Category : Poems

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Wandering lonely in a Disney  garden
Smiling and laughing and not asking for pardon
Playing excitedly in loneliness with myself
And saying little phrases likes beats in the clef
Then lying on the couch in the centre of my orchid
Closing my eyes and wondering about the magic
Expecting a blast but little and vulnerable
So much, to not damage a glass of my greenhouse
Then eyes got opened and not more to browse
The green floor of my garden with prints of the dew
The petals of roses with lavishing scarlet hues
The walls and embankments and windows and doors
Are opened for mobs, for rabble and their scores
They can visit me and it too when they yearn, when wish
I'm waiting for them and will wait too without a bish....