Treasure Island

Rupa Rani Kudumula


The Unexpected Truth


When I Open My Eyes

I Can See The Stars Sparkling Lightly
I Can See The Sun Shining Brightly

I Can See The Sea Rolling Tirelessly
I Can See The Sky Moving Endlessly

I Can See The Birds Singing Slowly
I Can See The Lions Roaring Loudly

I Can See The Baby Crying Cutely
I Can See The Mother Patting Sweetly

Even When I Can See All The Beauty Of The Creation
I Still Find Something Missing.....

Then When I Closed My Eyes
I Found It Which I Couldn't See With My Eyes Open.....

My Dark Deep Empty Heart
Suddenly Filled With The Most Precious View Showed Up.....

It Is Your Lovely Smile! ! ! ! !

I MISS YOU IN MY LIFE

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013
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