It was just a wooden branch For him his walking stick His only support when world left him His last happiness. It was a just a wooden branch For him his reminder of the world His only reason to exist His last smile. It was just a wooden branch For him his precious gift from stranger His only sensation he can feel His last hope.
Short and little poems, both in Hindi and English. Whatever i see and feel, i mould them into poems.
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