I am standing at the gateA Poem by DarkstoleA wide stretched farm A longing bricked passway A white wall and an engraved name plate Yes, I am standing at the gate The ways talk of no you Every day starts with fresh new Every hour I get late Yes I am standing at the gate Winters have started So has snowman arrived Who can end this wait? Yes I am still standing at the gate It is so empty It is haunted Stand on the porch once I will apologize, I will initiate
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1 Review Added on December 30, 2013 Last Updated on December 30, 2013 AuthorDarkstolejaipur, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutA life is a story keep writing keep writing and keep writing suddenly you will realise not even a single alphabet you wrote belongs to the reality. Essence of spirit takes poetry to the soul. Be cl.. more..Writing
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