Feelings…….

While I was walking down the street, All I wanted to jot down my thoughts in a sheet. With few countable passer-by to greet, No guarantee again we will ever meet. With no intention to ever compete, But to place, in cold water, my feet. Often I get lost in the musical beat, That is gift from nature as treat. After passing by the world of cheat, No I have finally come clean and neat. Now I can shift to my preferred, suitable seat, With a hope to meet people sweet.

-Harini Shankar

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