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it tells what you are to me |
| YOU TO ME When saw the red rising sun in east I felt you o my dear When saw the cold shining moon in night I felt you o my dear When saw the water flowing in river I felt you o my dear When saw the green plants swaying in winds I felt you o my dear When saw the high snow clad mountains I felt you o my dear When saw a child merrily playing I felt you o my dear When drenched in the drizzle I felt you o my dear When smelled the blossoming roses in the garden I felt you o my dear When smelled the fragrance of sodden soil I felt you o my dear When warmed in the fire of woods I felt you o my dear When offered sweets to goddess in a temple I felt you o my dear Whenever I witnessed beauty of nature I felt you o my dear I missed you o my dear I wished you o my dear Nakshatra singh PS : This poem is dedicated to THE PINK. |
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