The evening's glory has flewn away like a yellow leaf fly with the wind...
The wind is screaming in the courtyard.. calling me toward window...
To see a bird's flock flying back to their home..
To watch the moon and it's moonlight...
To listen the songs.. it's playing on a tune...
To tell me the story of it's pain..
In the cold shivering foggy night..
I shut the room's window to ignore it's call...
And cover my ears with the both hands...
But...
It screams...
Still I hear, coming from somewhere....
The wind's screaming all over again ...
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Maya's Madness
PoetryYea, I am a romantic soul but to me, romance is not associated with any person, rather it's a feeling which surges into me after watching at the stars, moon, sun and the butterflies... My poetry is my way to express my emotions... Whether I feel sa...
