Life is full of pain and pleasure. When i write I pass my emotion to my reader. I love my reader more than anything.I have not come to this earth to live for years. But i want to leave something what i can. My daughter says -'why are you writing'. I always reply 'i am writing, but don't know why'. So this is the journey, 'never wants to touch the end'..Only want to walk, walk and walk.I want to be... more »
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sarojini pattayat Poems
Amid the silence of the solitary night, the cry of the unknown bird, brings wonderful feelings in the heart, creates a different world.
You are here, I am also here, But look, I can't see you in my naked eyes,
At any moment of life where i can enter, sit peacefully avoiding peril,
Loneliness in heart, loneliness in mind, loneliness in dreams, loneliness in desires,
Open the window, sweet fragrance of morning will fill the surrounding; Please, stop and listen,
Angel And The Life
I am walking under the shadow of dozing tree, moon beam touching my face I remember you at my each foot step.
He is waiting
Amid the illusion i don't know, whether I'm in right path, Amid the passion
The Riddle Of Life
She want to live peacefully, She want to create a dream world, She want to touch the rainbow and spread her wing of love in whole world.
Hi, Sometime slightest of sound on my door make me believe
In the lonely moments of hours
In the lonely moment of hours the serene feelings touching the smile of moon paints a prefect bond of love
In your comfortable lap my soul weeping to escape the bondage you have created to trap me each moment.
In the sea beach
In the sea beach the dreamy mermaid relentlessly waiting me to tell her story.
Joy, the proud bird
Joy, the proud bird fly up and up discovers the sorrow and tear.
He is handsome, brilliant, have deep faith in God and himself also.
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Amid the silence of the solitary night,
the cry of the unknown bird,
brings wonderful feelings in the heart,
creates a different world.
The sweet smell of night blossoms
covers the whole surroundings,
tinkling water from the tap
under the moonlit night,
tells stories of the memorable past.