Mostly the beautiful things around have the untold stories...
Today I want to express it out the pain of
Butea Monosperma ( टेसू / पलाश)
"Take me home
You called me beautiful"
I wish to experience the liveliness rest of my life
I am so tired standing all my life alone day n nights
None to whisper at any ears
When I am filled and enough of...
I wish to talk and share...
Make my words understandable to them
Who standby me for seconds
Who keeps their hands on my shoulders
And click my pictures
Why my Joy is always a temporary feeling
Can it last ever?
Why am I afraid of adeus...
Can my breathlessness make some noise in the air
That can convey my message
To the ones who see me...
"I too wish to come along
Take me home"
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