Those two drops!!A Poem by Pooja Chintamani
In the darkest two hours of night,
Those two again made me talk, Not for my sympathy, Not for grief... In the darkest two hours of night, Those two again remember me, About my focus, About my soul.. In the darkest two hours of night, Those two cried for me, Not for my misfortune, Not for my destiny.. About my working bells, About my soul.. In the darkest two hours of night Those two swing for me, Not for my peace, Not for my stress, About my progress, About my soul. In the darkest two hours of night Those two drops in my wet eyes, Felt little mercy on, Not for me, not for my principles , About my confidence.. About my persistence.. © 2018 Pooja ChintamaniReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 4, 2018 Last Updated on March 4, 2018 AuthorPooja ChintamaniParbhani , Marathwada , IndiaAboutPages to verse. Pen to passion. Journey will go.. Profession to life and emotions to choice I love in a balanced flow.. I am student doing MSc chemistry in parbhani.. And I love to write.. more..Writing
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