All the butterflies whisper to ask me
Is the love filled moments
That we spend in each other’s arms
All I seek is you hoy love
Can I get what I seek
There in the garden I met an ant
He asked me your name
And told me
He is lucky man
And bound to fly higher in skiesof hopes and Joyce’s
As he has your love, dear butterflies
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Hi, Apart from profession, I have inherent interest in writing especially about Global Issues of Concern, fiction blogs, poems, stories, doing painting, cooking, photography, music to mention a few! And most important on this website you can find my suggestions to latest problems, views and ideas, my poems, stories, novels, some comments, proposals, blogs, personal experiences and occasionally very short glimpses of my research work as well.
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