She…

She…

She is like the warmth of a sunshine
In an early morning of winter.

She is like the first sip of the hot lemon tea
On a sweet date of December.

She is like the sight of a colourful sky
In an evening so black and white,

She is like a alluring zephyr kissing my cheeks
A moment that enthuse me with soulful delight.

She is like the first star coming out in a cloudy sky

She is the last drop of nectar of a sweet flower .

She smiles
And all my sorrow fades away

She cries
And my heart stops for a second.

She is the one who made me believe
That miracles do happen .

She is not my daughter
But with all my blood and soul
My mirror image from life’s garden.

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Manoj Kishore Nayak

Hitherto known as the "Tissue Paper Poet" and credited many a times with initiating the same genre of poetry I, contemplated of writing this blog where I could inter-alia, endeavour to write my random thoughts and publish that of others. The blog will contain subjects of myriad hues ranging from poetry & travelogues to sundry incidents. Being a 'bookaholic' I would like to tell you about the books I read and the authors I meet across the corners which will quench your thirst for literary entertainment and will impart a certain cachet to your intellectuality. Read More...
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