A tree of reminiscence bears the fruits of poetry..
My poem is like solutions to a problem.
People admonish me to come back of that road..
But that soil of emotion is Quagmire
(the more I try the more I am fixed ).
The word of your arrival has left behind magical impact..
Oh, see my hut seems like a palace.
My knowledge is that this journey of breathes is mortal..
How come this moment of unison is eternal experience !
Every time we meet we blossom like flowers..
A feeling that is repeatedly afresh.
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