By Chhaya Giri
Dear wind,
Won't you move me like you move the branches of the willow tree?
Let me feel as light as the petals you set free.
Flying over the mountains, the desserts and the vast blue seas.
Dear wind,
Won't you make me, let go, of me?
By Chhaya Giri
By Ankita जिनको खुश रखने क लिए मर रहे है वो एक पल नहीं लगाएंगे भूलने में यादें और नाम भी घुल जायेंगे वक़्त के साथ और हम भटकते रहेंगे अपनी ही तलाश में, फिर मांगना एक और मौका ज़िंदगी का और फिर से भूल जाना
By Gagan Dhingra Thought / Brief of Poem. This poem is for a sister from brother side, whose sister is living in abroad and she comes to meet her brother once in 2-3 years and most of time brother and