A MiracleA Poem by rashmi Words, they come out of me, In a gush as if rush I said sh....! wait ,am busy, Then they stoped and stared. Before they danced in front of me, Sad was not aware. Now they flow ,flow and flow, Like a river towards sea. Transformation big that happened, A housewife turned poet. God's miracle may you call this, Lazy turned creative.
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