A silent dream of imprecision
A restless fatigue of unknown destination
Life is not a spreadsheet of soft flowers
It's neither a bed of thorns
But a feeling that keeps alive with laughter and tears
A pinch of missed treasures, a bit of pleasure as spice
A wandering spirit moving every corner of tastes
Grabbing elegant fragrances a while
Whiling away time in targetless ocean of tears
Craving for sharing of thoughts in a world of ups and downs
Loneliness speaks on mind recalling the drowned talks
Bygone days never leave haunting as beautiful devils
Words dance on black and white screen of mind
Leaving their immortal impressions as fossils
Preserving the riches of thoughts
Prosperity of love and affection
Let me be a lamp spreading the brightness of affection
To the worlds- known and unknown,
Let me be a torch dispelling the darkness of inner world
Let me be a fragrance drifting from soul to soul.
swatee sripada
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