i sensed the glory of those fresh breaths,
coming from the chapters written by heart of gold,
and armors still worship them,
bow them ,and kiss their feet,
with all surrender,,
with hearts full of ripe love,
fresh bud with sweats of dew drops,
and bathe itself in eve ,
with love of GOD....
they beat,low and high,
with first word of love,
with last phrase of love,
the enchanting,delightful feel,
with no comparison these eyes ever have seen,
when in dusk so dark,with burdens in heaps
it holds ur hand,steal u out of the muddy steep..
so what if not every moment u sense its presence,
have u ever felt the movement of blood in ur veins?
its ur aristocracy even u roam around in worn out robe,
the only light in times of demon,the only beautiful hope!!
hiramalik
i have taken this image from google,it doesnot belong to me!!
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