This path of mine
is a grain of sand
in my winding way of life
I see all the flowers
dead and alive
on my way to the next stop
the train stops abruptly
I see people get on
and then people leave
not one but two stops
have come by
but I am not bothered
for this path of mine is but a mere
grain of sand.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryA Collection of the Poetry that I have written over the years.