Say it, I feel like hearing,
Create it, I feel like seeing.
Words are few,
See me, I feel complimented,
Embrace me, I feel protected.
World may be splendid,
But only with you I feel ascended.
Gift me; I feel it’s my day,
Take me along life’s staircase,
I feel am through halfway.
Paths might not be rosy,
But you are my trophy.
Touch me, I feel alive,
Hold me, I want to survive.
I might give up smiling,
But let our little world be shining.
Written By Monil Modi
(Banglore, India)
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Written By Monil Modi
(Banglore, India)
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