Wide open are the paths divine
Narrowly close are we to reach our destination fine
Mesmerized by the happiness and attitude so fine
Rhyming are the words of mine
The lonely heart which used to pine
Is glad to be with a soul so purely refined
Why didn’t this seem before the destined time?
May be there were many people in my sight’s line
But today when I am seeing the signs
I am glad to know all this time
you were mine!
:)) "The lonely heart which used to pine
ReplyDeleteIs glad to be with a soul so purely refined" Awesome!!
:D Thanks Sweets!
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