the way we met,
the way our friendship blossomed,
the way we were weaved into one relation.
Somethings were destined to happen...
the way we are at ease in each other's company,
the way we share our hopes,dreams and other scheme of things,
the way we celebrate our small joys and major achievements.
Somethings were destined to happen...
the way we sulk
when we don't have enough time for each other,
the way we wipe each other's tensions,worries and fears,
the way one become's sad when the other is gloomy.
All this is just not mere coincidence
they are from "Providence"
As somethings are just destined to happen....
And I thank HIM
for making U my destiny.
खूबसूरत कविता ।
ReplyDeleteSomethings were destined to happen...
ReplyDeletethe way we met,
the way our friendship blossomed,
the way we were weaved into one relation.
Somethings were destined to happen...
the way we are at ease in each other's company,
the way we share our hopes,dreams and other scheme of things,
the way we celebrate our small joys and major achievements.
How clearly you depict the gloome in flamming words.
This poerty reveals the thruth of trueness..
And at the end
As somethings are just destined to happen....
And I thank HIM
for making U my destiny.
Nice poem nicely emworded.
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अपनी माँ का मुखड़ा!
Beautiful poem...
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