Far way the difference
Forgot the Jasmine Fragrance
I thought without you
with the concrete view.
I hate the fate of a creator
who never knows the time he rides.
Far way the pollen grains are gliding by
the Sun still Shines.
In search of mine
with a glass of wine.
I heard the sound of mind
In search of love of Wind.
The breeze is still there
but, no fragrance.
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Hi,
I am Priyadarshini.
This is the best. The life is really like wind. Please do writing regularly. Want more these kind of lines.
gondhe borne sourove mamo jibon.........er theke dure thaka pray asambhab........
maa it is a beautiful poem
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