
When the clock ticks seven
It’s our time to have happy heaven
Standing high and hot in cloudless north
We used to wish those glaring rays.
Watering those reedy and weedy grass
We used to have our coffee biscuits
With a loud laugh of happy four
Washing my father’s car
Splashing those waters high
Through the yard of happy roam
Throwing each other’s snowy foam
All those days are passed as gray.
Heads and toes closed in blankets
Thinking of those rushing weekdays
Longing for those sleepy weekends
I just want to run to my happy past!
I just want to run to my happy past!
-Harini Bharati.S
you write with a unique perspective Harini. want to wish you success in all your ventures. keep rising higher and let me know if ever i can help you with anything.
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Thank you so much for your support and opinion. Its great to hear and your words are really motivating.
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you are most welcome my dear. and in case you have a moment to listen to something that can help, please feel free to visit my video link here https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWueaTClFgRYflNdBlATKDQ and please feel free to watch and share a comment so I know you took time to visit. you will be blessed.
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Sure Sophia
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