...YOU HAVE LEFT THE CREASE...
Happiness is not all that matters
When a cause is on the anvil with hammers
When the humanity is on test and taunt
Let me be the ash when patriotism is burnt...
Love is shared with wise who know it with jest
Morning comes only to fade away in the set
Love is harvested when two ends meet
Hearts do throb when eyes celebrate with a treat..
What patience, if ever void of morn ?
What essence, if ever beyond one's reach ?
Once broken, the heart is ever left forlorn
Once given, you have left at the crease..
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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
Happiness is not all that matters
When a cause is on the anvil with hammers
When the humanity is on test and taunt
Let me be the ash when patriotism is burnt...
Love is shared with wise who know it with jest
Morning comes only to fade away in the set
Love is harvested when two ends meet
Hearts do throb when eyes celebrate with a treat..
What patience, if ever void of morn ?
What essence, if ever beyond one's reach ?
Once broken, the heart is ever left forlorn
Once given, you have left at the crease..
@rights reserved
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
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