Thursday, 7 April 2016
It wasn’t a big one nor was it small,
It was perfect according to her.
It behold within itself her wishes, her demands,
The decoration wasn’t grand just adorned in marigold garlands.
They may ask why,
What is the need,
Shouldn’t you be happy, here instead,
Always there aren’t justifications,
Neither there can be logic,
Coz everyone won’t understand that dreams have the power of magic,
And here it was her dream,
A long awaited one,
That may not get a 9 out of 10 in score,
It was her new home,
On the third floor.
The guavas weren't ripe enough his ambitions were surely the sun too craved laziness he never did through mud filled paths and f...
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