A stream like you,
never stops to
look, what calls
him always, to
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Your stone to his stream, your cloud to his river. In both cases, he is your all. Lovely poem, Sanjukta. Thanks
Wow, so beautifully penned poem, great imagery once again.....I liked the whole para of A cloud like me.............Wandering from place to places carrying your love........Hats Off Madam.
Stream never stops and stone never waits. What an amazing imagery is drawn in this imagery really. Cloud cries with millions of drop. So interesting sharing......10
love- to die? Love is immortal! it just transfers. regretting what her life lacks! - you are rich! God granted you all that you need for full realization! Sure!