she, me and painA Poem by Hari Omshe meets me and my meet, meets painSHE MEETS ME I SEE THE TEARFUL RAIN I MEET HER AND WE WELCOME THE PAIN
ON FLOOR WE SAT COUNTING OUR SINS PLANNING OUR FUTURE OUR KITHS AND KINS
YES IT PAINED WHEN MY HAND WASN'T ABLE TO FIND YOURS NOW TO SLEEP IN WAIT WITH OPENED DOORS
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO FIND MY SOUL INCARNATING MY FATE EVERYTHING SHINED AND CAME TO LIFE WHEN I SAW YOU AT FRONT GATE
© 2016 Hari OmAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 19, 2016 Last Updated on November 19, 2016 AuthorHari Omchandigarh, north, IndiaAbouti write through them good and bad times. words wear a value worth the universe. more..Writing
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