Parasmoni Goswami
Bangalore, India
Let the smile blossom And the heart beats as never ever. Let the breeze that blows from Shillong Touch me everyday. I want to live as fresh and full As it can be. Those dark clouds would never confuse me But I get lost in the lonely road of Harisabha I could see her house from there And the window smiles at me. It’s been ages I lost that road and window, but I still want to live as fresh and full As it can be May be its me It’s me That’s about me