
I do not want to dry commonly,
I want to sacrifice my leaves blissfully,
I do not want to scattered like stars in sky,
I want to scattered like the happiness in the surrounding,
I do not want to be gone for the people’s mind,
I want to be forever like the pole star in the heart of scarlet sky,
I do not want to be occuper for the golden light,
I want to be the golden light to travel all alone in mauve sky to reach the god and Goddess.
I want to die to rememberence for million lucky stars shaded down from the earth.
BY-HARSHITA PANDEY
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Thankyou mitty ππ
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You poetry has really grown beautiful Harshita, loved those metaphors, keep up π₯πππ₯ππ
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Thankyou very much rishabh kumar ππ
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