The Daffodils

Feb 14, 2023

1 min read

By Navneet Yadav

The daffodils waved back at me,

I couldn't help but smile.

The sunbeam warmth my back,

as I vowed to go for an extra mile.

Does poetry always need to have a point ,

or simply talk about things happening around?

You're going to tumble even while walking on on plain street,

and you wonder if happiness in poems can never be found!

By Navneet Yadav

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