Sitting Under the Roof
How I viewed it while sitting under the roof,
While the sun was slowly basking,
and the chirp that lightened my
Mood
How I viewed it, while the water,
gently touched my feet,
Or the drizzle that soaked me
Don't ask, since none is the same
And the withering is all that is left,
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Author:
_jyotsna27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem serves as a reminder to cherish what is at present and enjoy all what comes , since we will never get an opportunity to experience the same moment all over again
- Category: Reflection
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