Poem : When Alone
When alone,
Discover the sound of stills
Talk to trees.
Of,course yr pet too
Just acknowledge
A nascent/
A flower at hilly
A garden Lilly.
The last friend
You met too.
A poem you have red
In school days
Some Bhool-Bhulaiya ways
Wonderful!
Leave every urgency aside
Just come in yr side.
When alone,
Discover the sound of stills
Talk to trees.
Of,course yr pet too
Just acknowledge
A nascent/
A flower at hilly
A garden Lilly.
The last friend
You met too.
A poem you have red
In school days
Some Bhool-Bhulaiya ways
Wonderful!
Leave every urgency aside
Just come in yr side.
This is something, mytype, Yes I talk to my plants, kiss to those roses and rajanigandha flowers who blessed my home. A small caterpillar, who has converted in a Silk cocoon , Me and Ved, we eagerly waited for a butterfly to come out and when we checked yesterday, it was empty and we laughed, I talk to my Krisha when seek HIS help.....Thats all, loved the poem.
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