Its a sonnet with the nostalgic feelings.
When I open the folds of my heart
It takes me to past
Sometimes it evokes happiness
Sometimes it pours grief.
The fading face of my lover
Shading light of village morning
Feeding hands of my mother
It takes me to past.
When I open folds of my heart
It tells me to live
It preach me to love
It makes me to dream
To live like a calm deep sea
Although it has roar on surface.
Poetry by dinesh
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Written on 2007-04-17 at 15:19
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When I Open
When I open the folds of my heart
It takes me to past
Sometimes it evokes happiness
Sometimes it pours grief.
The fading face of my lover
Shading light of village morning
Feeding hands of my mother
It takes me to past.
When I open folds of my heart
It tells me to live
It preach me to love
It makes me to dream
To live like a calm deep sea
Although it has roar on surface.
Poetry by dinesh
Read 633 times
Written on 2007-04-17 at 15:19
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