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Leaves of Love

  • Writer: Punya Batra
    Punya Batra
  • Aug 18, 2020
  • 1 min read

Amidst daily hustle,

leaves of love rustle,

From the tree of patience, they fall.

In the pit of misunderstanding, out of all.


And harder is the climb,

when bells of separation chime.

Lucky, if trust lends a hand,

and on the ground, afresh you land.

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