- by Ayesha Parveen 06 Dec 2008
Category: Others.
Category: Others.
This story has been read 114 times.
As I walk in the garden alone
The birds sing songs for me;
The red, yellow and pink flowers
Are all smiling and happy to see me.
As I sit in my room alone
A great book talks to me;
The characters show what I have felt
The writer, it seems is friend to me.
As I travel by train alone
A person starts chatting with me;
We find out we have much in common,
Before leaving, she exchanges numbers with me.
As I stand alone near the Bay of Bengal,
And he is near the Arabian Sea,
I feel him near me, by my side.
This proves, all are connected, yes, you and me.
ayeshacgs@hotmail.com
The birds sing songs for me;
The red, yellow and pink flowers
Are all smiling and happy to see me.
As I sit in my room alone
A great book talks to me;
The characters show what I have felt
The writer, it seems is friend to me.
As I travel by train alone
A person starts chatting with me;
We find out we have much in common,
Before leaving, she exchanges numbers with me.
As I stand alone near the Bay of Bengal,
And he is near the Arabian Sea,
I feel him near me, by my side.
This proves, all are connected, yes, you and me.
ayeshacgs@hotmail.com
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