Sunday Poem By Sangeeta Sharma

Love-Song

Come, let us fly To touch the sky Clasping the love-balloon Buoyed with hopes high On the flying saucer called faith Reach the zenith Emboldened with no cares Free in the invincible air Lasting, lucid, live Swaggering in its arms And dreams charm Aloft in the gossamer clouds Come, let us fly High up You and I !!

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