Posted by: Prem Piyush | February 7, 2010


Waiting for the moments,
Touching the flowers,
Petals – pink and soft.
Breeze of breaths across.

His garden green.

Waiting to hear the twitters,
Over the tree branches,
Little bird swinging them.
And playing with leaves.

In –
His Reality or Dream.

Waiting for the scent,
Of the blossoms,
Each morning fresh.
As the thousand roses around.

In – His Oasis in the way long.

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  1. It’s pleasing to know that there are thinkers in my country keeping the great language alive. Even I’m a published Hindi poet. To catch a glimpse of my work, visit-

    Keep Walking…

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