Every night, I bring myself To stare up at the sky - But turn back home, with a frown on my face, Clouds blocking stars, showing wry. Every morning, I peek out the window To marvel at the sea above - But turn away, losing hope, Cotton figures, masking what I love. Every time I see the clouds, I curse them, with all might, They don't deserve to be up there, Ruining the bright days and starry nights. And one day, the clouds finally went away, And I stargazed in much peace. But suddenly, the sky felt a bit empty - Although dotted by the stars, without fake fleece. In the mornings, the sun burnt the pavements - And something inside me missed watching The white shapes that merrily float past - I didn't realise they had much meaning. Though much couldn't be seen, they brought A wholesome feeling - that you probably can't see - You only can, when one day, The clouds decide t...
My wishes to Haritha on her birthday 🎂🎉❤️👍
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Thank you so much mami..,🙏
DeleteHappy birthday Haritha.. Super di amazing.. 😊😊
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DeleteThank you dear shriyandhaa.. overwhelmed with your affection and wishes for Haritha ..great writing :)
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