Just Work of Art
Rising sun couldn’t do love
After the fall of the day
With upcoming dream night
Sun cannot view the face
Of milky beautiful moon
This is bad luck of sun
Who give brightness to whole world?
Sun is burning for each breathe
Sun couldn’t view lovely moon
Similarly dream of my art
A beautiful view of too far
Only appear in dream in night
I cannot view her in my rise
She live in my imagination
She is living she is alive
But for myself she is just work of art
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 IND
Copyright © Anurag Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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