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Home of Reminiscence,
not tremendous
but little to fit
The great souls,
Penned down their collection,
dropping a message in black.
The people have gathered,
To have a glimpse at it
The great souls,
still prowling invisible
around this superb collection
makes a unique treasure for us.
In every nook and corner,
The picture of great souls
emerging visible,
throwing a smile towards us
expressing us how they did best
in tiny and ordinary things.
The people are hanging around,
but not able to observe the real face
that is in every chapter glowing.
Why are they searching
in their collection their great
works?
The great souls,
dwell outdoors not indoors.
Don't they see their
smiley faces,
What I am seeing all these
from my inner eyes.
The Whole universe,
sits here in this wonderful
tiny cottage one by one.
Those who make best efforts,
this tiny cottage welcomes
him to join all great souls here.
27/05/2008
Pushkar Bisht
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