First Ray of sun,
that fall on me,
The wind, which
makes my hair to
flow on or in,
Hope, you could be the same
Like the sun and wind,
Selfless yet unnoticeable
Unknown to my
Dreams ....
-Payal
YOU ARE READING
Untold
PoetryMany things needed to be told , but don't know if it was destiny or ego , which turns it to be untold ... I will be here to write a poetry , daily for the beautiful praises of yours, afterall they are going to be , only mean to connect me with you...
