Moving Stones

Smiling faces, hearts are numb
kindness in words as parrots are trained
Love is exhibited , mind is reasoning for gain
Sympathy in demand, goals are well defined
Designed wisest of creation, to beautify the land
All are racing, purpose unknown
The day is not far of, You may wonder
where is my created men
One day will see, only stones and
stones are moving around

poem by Santosh Sharma
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Autumn Days of Nightingale

Autumn Days of Nightingale

Active and swift,
Lovable and romantic
Was the nightingale

Flown to the gardens
Wandered in the bye lanes
Bruised the feathers
Injured the wings

Neither could find green leaf
Nor couldn’t sense a flower
Disgusted and disappointed
Sitting on the dry bush

Oh nightingale,
This is the way life is
Happiness and sorrows
Pain and pleasure

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poem by Santosh Sharma
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