Glass

Old

When I see glass on your eyes
I lost my tears because I want to see you clearly
What you are hiding in your heart
For me I do have eye glass but I don't use it because I want to sanch movements of your care also I am not that much younger than you My respect I sanch many
Small instrument from your side but your smile and tune of language can't
See we are in a cage of time you are taking naps I am cleaning your glass that next day an idiot fellow left his words........ old but golden glass Krishna maam

With love all
Jagdish bajantri

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