My Poetry
All night long
I wandered in the same way
With the heap of memories
The forest was full
Sour, sweet and bitter
Trees and plants of memories,
Had grown in the middle of the forest
Giant cocktail of some
Sweet experiences
Those who were fond of flowers
With sweet feelings
Grew up in between
Pungent shrubs of bitter contrasts
Passes by whom
It still gets refreshing
And bouncing hearts
Sit in front of me
Glowing stars
Charming, in dark night
Eyes bowl full of sleep
I have been drinking
Juice of night
But I have not wandered
Just ahead
And further .
Together in the jungle
Resort to multiple drawings
Slip-slopes
Stricken
And I fall down
The forest did not stop following me
I wanted to run
I hid myself several times
In the quilt but
It came in too
It kept me confined
Till morning.
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