Having found you I have found the World,
Let it be this land with all its waters & soil,
Or be it the bluish sky up above our lands.
Out in open fields I notice the birds flying,
Love flies towards you brewing up to boil,
Safe farm of friendship lovingly irrigated.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Having found you I have found the World,
Let it be this land with all its waters & soil,
Or be it the bluish sky up above our lands.
Out in open fields I notice the birds flying,
Love flies towards you brewing up to boil,
Safe farm of friendship lovingly irrigated.
My HP Poem #565
©Atul Kaushal
