The Gift of Language
Society : the driest place,
We were living in.
Until,
Language resembling clouds showered love.
In drops.
Blossom of flowers.
Resembles as great creations,
And their scent,
Captivate,
Readers : Bumblebee, Butterfly and Bee.
Hovering over them,
For,
Collecting nectar.
Proves the sweetness of creations.
Whole environment,
Changed in a pleasant way.
Here appears 'Literature'.
By :- Rohit Sharma
Pen Name :- Joker
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