preet sinh Poems

A droop of a moon,
Floating on the river-road
Brightest night walk seems so sullen at the edge of silence
Looks like some dream standing under the shadow of willow tree.
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sun is about to sleep under the shadow of my eye seldom,
silent return of this bird’s wings fly with hope to reach home,
dreams walks back with same dreams to live,
day is about to be past as it never comes again,
then why m wearing the same mask of my identity.
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</>I been within you
Every most time
When I think of you.
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