Sigh of the Heart
Flowers bloom ,
To make the heart grow fonder;
The rainbows make,
The heart throb so;
But why is it so,
That my heart sighs,
At the sight of both?
How I wished,
For a sunshine,
In a cold wintery night;
Overshadowed,
With soliquoy,
remained life,
Bearing its existence.
Kiren Babal
Jan' 84.
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