My words like the fallen leaves
Of the autumn , flies in the wind
Do they reach you ?
My vagabond, meaningless words
Uprooted from my tattered soul
Do you feel them ?
My words, arranged in verses..
Like a field of green crops, waits
Do you harvest them ?
My words, sometimes drenched with life
Many a times dull, dejected and lifeless
Will you give them midas touch ?
My words that are no more mine
My words that often flow in silence
Will you own them forever ?
~Manjuri~
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