neeti bhatt Poems

As a new day dawned at the horizon,
Early morning dreams had taken such definite upturns
A smile played at my lips, lighting my eye
Eager to see you, my enthusiasm refused to die! !
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Transition means change,
From which you better not ask revenge!
It is a culture of adapting
As swift as a boat rafting!
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We were walking on a silent road one day,
Too embarrassed with the confession to have words to say...
A slow stroll in the moonlit night,
The destination was the seclusion of the zenith's light!
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