Lost School Day's Love- 111 (A Spring Day)
The winds were on it's play
Wet earth had it's fragrance to spray
The roses were tossing their heads
Holding one in hand to welcome my day
Eagerly eyes were revealing the Sprouts of heart,
wider smiles, Holding hands, unforgettable are the days
whispers of friends, a pair for life
Still are my company in the solitude evenings of my life.
Santosh Sharma
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