In a poem,
I can be the man,
I dream of being someday.
Roaming in corners of a mind,
This journey is perdurable,
I wouldn’t wish for a stay !
In a poem,
I can feel the world,
My eyes haven’t seen yet,
Beyond the seventh heaven,
A breath seems full of life,
As I’ve just been resurrected,
To live a little more,
Believe me,
It feels infinite !
Copyrighted © 2017. Mihir Trada. All Rights Reserved.
Beautifully vast in just a few sentences…! ❤ 🙂
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Thank you 😁
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Finally, you are back Mihir. You are a very good writer. Your poems are just out of the world. Keep writing 😄
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Thanks a lot Shruti for connecting here. 😃
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Superb mihir 👌👍
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Thanks Pavan
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Very well written brother. Would like to see more from you.🤘
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Thanks bro. Will be writing more from now 👍
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You, your thoughts, your words, you….have been missed. 💙
Did I say you? 🙂
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Same here JM .. I’ve been missing it a lot but it was a calculated break and it was needed. Whatever, very much glad to hear from you again 😁
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Very nice poem Mihir. Good to see you back.👍
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Thanks Jeni 😄
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You’re welcome Mihir.
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Heylo Mihir! The poem about poems was itself infinite times poetic as it took us through best parts of poems, one being the power of going places you have never been to or freedom or situations that have not seen reality but deserves to as we yearn for them to happen❤
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