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My hut!


I have been digging my old poems. This one is from May 2002.       

Those rays of dawn when soothes to heal,
            The pain of pangs from last night and kneel,
                   On all the ways rowdy head of betrayal stands,
                   Still few dare to dream to hold some hand,
            In hope, a paradise would be made,
            From shambles of broken heart and it's trade,
                   With head not dropped as if display of guts,
                    Yes I shall confess...
                    I am the one who would like to feel paradise in my hut!!!!!


Amit

4 comments:

island of peace said...

hope paradise has already made its abode in your hut.

lovely poem.

Jingle said...

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Saumya said...

I am the one who would like to feel paradise in my hut!...i would also like to feel the same....beautiful poem

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