When words start sprouts,

Begins to clear my doubts.

Warm depth of your smile,

Within I the soul become exile.

Waited  a lot with hurried eyes,

Where my dream become realize.

Neither the art, nor any scene,

No more they are, like evergreen.

Simpler the word, the less emotion,

Neither I nor you get the notion.

Heart pups hurriedly within me…,

When the chance comes, ‘U’ to see.

                                           Ramji Acharya

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