The serenity of night makes me loud,
The beauty of nature adds tongue to my words and make me proud,
what is happening with me
Don’t know as if I am only wandering bee
I am moving from here to there
but not knowing how to share
I am growing old in young way.
Every noise has now become music,
every story has now become classic,
I wana fly high in air without wings,
I wana cry without shedding my tree’s twigs,
I know that this all is just illusion created by myself
but I wana live this and make it my memorable book shelf
I am busy in procrastinating my life with her
I am busy in adding sky to our distant shelter
this all is so fascinating
this all is experience of jovial life making
She will be my queen and I will be her Mr.bean,
Who will make her happy when she will be in sad scene.
I am looking forward to make this a live event,
and turning all odds into our crafted even.
working hard to make every block of our path full of flowers,
wana cover the be wilderness of life with rejuvenating shower,
I wana cry without shedding my tree’s twigs,
I know that this all is just illusion created by myself
but I wana live this and make it my memorable book shelf
I am busy in procrastinating my life with her
I am busy in adding sky to our distant shelter
this all is so fascinating
this all is experience of jovial life making
She will be my queen and I will be her Mr.bean,
Who will make her happy when she will be in sad scene.
I am looking forward to make this a live event,
and turning all odds into our crafted even.
working hard to make every block of our path full of flowers,
wana cover the be wilderness of life with rejuvenating shower,
I am in love or not…
Is a answerless question for the time being
But may be If at all I am
Than it is all because of her charm……
Is a answerless question for the time being
But may be If at all I am
Than it is all because of her charm……
That was a nice poem with a hint of humor
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