My dream don’t need wings
Its feet are on ground
Doesn’t wish to conquer the skies
Heart of fellow beings is the desire
Life doesn’t need day’s n years
Moments in hand are enough
Doesn’t have big goals
Little smiles to achieve
Death doesn’t frighten me
Come now or anytime
No rites, no penance required
Wiping tears is prayer to me.
Its feet are on ground
Doesn’t wish to conquer the skies
Heart of fellow beings is the desire
Life doesn’t need day’s n years
Moments in hand are enough
Doesn’t have big goals
Little smiles to achieve
Death doesn’t frighten me
Come now or anytime
No rites, no penance required
Wiping tears is prayer to me.
8:15p.m., 22-3-09
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आपने अपना बहुमूल्य समय दिया एवं रचनात्मक टिप्पणी दी, इसके लिए हृदय से आभार.