To Be One With My Own Poem by Suravi Patel
To Be One With My Own
The valleys are all green
The Birds are all flying and animals howling
But I am all alone in my silence
Nature calls me
I feel it in the deepest recesses of mind
My whole being come alive
To call out ‘I am coming'
For I no more can wait
Not a moment more
For a part of me is anxious
To be One with my Own
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -10th of August,2012
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