Itself Prosperous
I am not wanted to Midas
Whose greedy touch
Convert each thing in gold
I just need a golden heart
And a touch of real prosperity
Her view is a holy vision
She create dream she give new thought
View of her face attract my eyes
But my heart need her true heart
I am not viewing any dream
She view dream and I am working to fulfill
I know she is real glory
Her beauty is truth of god
I am trying to reach near her
Her touch itself prosperous
Copyright © Anurag Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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