For My Readers- For You All !

© Shilpa Sandesh


The gleaming faces

And hearts so pure,
The intellectual brains
In her illusionary lore,
The sadness that rules,
Her heart and words
Are received by you all
With so much worth.

 When 
In the brightest of the days,
and darkest of the nights
Her inner self has been,
overflowing with thoughts,
You read her words,
With so much worth.

 When
Ink and paper
Were her sole companions,
Expressions hid her feelings,
and deepest worries,
The times when she was,
Full of fury,
You read her words,
With so much worth.

 She thanks you all,
For this companionship of yours
Which she treasures,

In the deepest depths of her heart.

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