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CURVING(Poetry by me)

November 18, 2015

Silence turn into Slokas

They are gripping the Hymns

When they speak

sound spread’s to

The space.

Sun Him birth

took place

from a decision.

Air is singing in grass

Grass nods their head

with His tune.

Success is The truth

But why Rahim

The Great Carpenter

has not done His best

till today.

The Woodpecker is curving

digging

all day long

in our heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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