to love the hackneyed days?
The old ships sail to go back
to home being free from cage.
The new feet stomp in pride,
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The sun, the moon the rivers and seas, everyday appear as paintings of whose Awe-stuck, I feel the touch of whom always? Does he create all things himself to be amazed wow, , , great lines in this great poem, , , ,
I like this lyrical poem, the stanzas flow smoothly one into another. Good write. Thank you for sharing. Regards, ~Besa
i can't quote the entire poem just to tell you neela it's your Beautiful composition...indeed! ! ! ! ! !