By walking to the known weeding fields,
I still remember someone
Who was earlier here with me.
These fields are bare,
And nobody is there,
Here no birds sing,
Here no pets string.
These gloomy fields with nature sad art,
Gave a lot of pain to my heart.
Those days she was here with me ,
Having a lot of talk to share with me
Now remembrance of her awhile ,
Bring me a bit of smile.
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Beside the destination
PoetryIn the life we always try to accomplish our goal, to achieve something or to prove ourselves etc and these are all our destinations. But there is various things going on beside our destination and this book cover these concepts. Before reading this...
