Category : Poems

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Where on top and on root,

Has it lost behind my foot.

When and what I will get,

Hopes are dying with failure's met.
Walk for me is now as game,

 past has gone present came.

Aim for me is now as sight,

Time for me is now  as light.
Journey of thinks on my brain,

Where on my heart art again.

Sometimes ways became hills,

With new thinks brought skills.
Art is a key in form of word,

Easy to get when becomes lord.

through the woods and hills along,

 Make your dreams very strong.

Jenish Gautam