..HOWEVER HARD YOU MAY LOOK..
You were right, it is all in the memory, life is not a bed of roses..
Hills are all nice at distance, nearer you break your heart, greener always it poses..
You are so sweet Monalisa, Separated you are still sweeter..
Morning is the sweetest hour for I know you are on the twitter..
However hard you may look, a softer heart comes out into your eyes..
The twinkle and the blinking in them I am lost O, with them my imagination flies..
Reading them is a fortune Priyatamaa, let me be lost in them..
Look at me, sharpen your brows, Monalisa, you are free to reclaim....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
You were right, it is all in the memory, life is not a bed of roses..
Hills are all nice at distance, nearer you break your heart, greener always it poses..
You are so sweet Monalisa, Separated you are still sweeter..
Morning is the sweetest hour for I know you are on the twitter..
However hard you may look, a softer heart comes out into your eyes..
The twinkle and the blinking in them I am lost O, with them my imagination flies..
Reading them is a fortune Priyatamaa, let me be lost in them..
Look at me, sharpen your brows, Monalisa, you are free to reclaim....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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