Moist eyebrows
Happy are the memories
Of velvet green....
Happy are days of breathless struggle
And rest serene..
Blessed are the souls
Who live without howls..
Blessed are the days of tiny pink rose...
Life is an account of an unlocked history
And moments of bidding adieu
With moist eyebrows..
By Satchidananda Mishra..
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