I dream of things,
Not tangible sometimes,
The wind so cold,
And the sun so warm,
That slowly rivets to my lungs,
That berefts me of senses sometimes,
My world constricts itself easily,
I dream of little,
The things that my heart can see…..

I dream of things,
Not tangible sometimes,
The wind so cold,
And the sun so warm,
That slowly rivets to my lungs,
That berefts me of senses sometimes,
My world constricts itself easily,
I dream of little,
The things that my heart can see…..
Kumar, such a beautiful poem… “The things my heart can see.” Such an exquisite phrase! These are certainly the things we want most to see and to dream about. ❤ ❤ ❤ Stay safe and be happy!
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Thank you so much Cheryl. 😍😇
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such a beautiful one ❤❤❤
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Kaha ghoom rahe?
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Hahaha idhar hi Morni Hills 😅
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Ohho…lucky people….mast ghoomo…office bhi nahi jaana seriously😅😏
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Hahahaha hanji. Ab jane ka man hi nhi kar rha 😝😝 aur tum kaise?
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Me theek…internship chalu ho gya…night duty hain aaj kal to….raat me kaam…din me so😅😅
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Oh yaar. You must be toh so tired. 🥺🥺
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Haan…din me to hosh hi nahi rehta🥺
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Oh yaar 🥺🥺
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Hahaha…morning duty bhi aayegi hi….aap kya kar?
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Dreaming looks good on your Harsh. your poetry astonishes me!💖
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Your comments always inspires me 😇😍🤗
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That’s what friends are for❣️
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