A Problem With My Heart
I have a heart like you
On every sun rise
It soars so high
On wings of imagination
It shines so well
Wherever it flies,
It laughs on its flight.
On every sun set
It falls down to ground
It looses its shine
It cries on its falls
And hides in dark phases of life
May be somewhere beyond horizon.
Well this the only problem with my heart
Otherwise I have well maintained heart.
Smiles!
Geetha Jayakumar.
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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Copyright © Geetha Jayakumar | Year Posted 2015
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