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A call



"LiVE and LeT LiVe"



It was a beautiful drawing
A night landscape was full of beauty to b alive
What exuberance the nature has shown
I was dumb founded for a while
The lively picture made me jealous
The prominent showy brushing strokes made me kooky
Thought of robbery
First it was the turn of the Moon ….
I put her in my left pocket ….with a self satisfaction
Looked around for my safety
Then took all the stars and the flowing river in my right pocket
Very thrilled with sparkling eyes
Was completing my desire with lots of dynamic attitudes
Turned round my eyes once again
To get a satisfaction about my condo
Well relieved ….no one can see me
Took out the bird nest and the virgin beauty
I was almost done
Someone tapped me on my shoulder
I turn around …. With a grim face
No one ….there was no one….
Bit surprised
But I felt the tap on my shoulder ….
Leave it….quivering my shoulder I turned back at the drawing ….
All the things I have stolen was there sparkling as it was before
With bewilderment I sat down with curiosity
The Moon smiling at me….stars twinkling faster….sound of the river was more harsh
The babies chirping in the nest
Virgin beauty with a deep smile at her face
What they are telling me?
I wonder!!!!
All of them came out with a sound at once all together
We are born to LIVE here…..

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Love beyond words

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Submitted by parna_b on August 19, 2021

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Bellamour

Dont consider me special rather love being Insignificant more…

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