23 Aug 2013

I walked I walked

I walked I walked what wealth it brought,
To me it was journey that I thought.

One day including my schedule I wonder,
To the shelf of the books which glittered.

I brought books and started to search,
What I was but in me it was merged.

In it there where my writings became old,
Reading them I got some comfort of bold.

The poems written by me were nearly eleven,
Reading them I got back my passed heaven.

BY- YASHRAJ BIRARI

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