Tuesday, 11 November 2014

poem:Nothing is nice with out you

Horizon is violet,crimson and blue
flowers are wet with evening dew
moon is glittering through shoots of bamboo
nothing is nice dear with out you

pigeons are flying near cloudy hills
fishes are lazy an d opening their gills
bottom of valley isilled with daffodils
with out you O my love!
I am going to be kill  !!!