Brinda. D
Feel the fresh cool breeze
On my cheeks from the trees
So refreshing sadness It buries
Makes us forget all worries.
Is there any breeze to cool my heart ‘
Coz it is torn and shattered apart
In suffocation I suffer
Without any happiness I shiver.
From outward all looks so lovely
But heart aches inside so badly
Just waiting for a cool breeze
Which showers in the cheek from trees
Brinda. D
GRADUATE TEACHER,
GOVT HIGH SCHOOL,
MELPATTAMPAKKAM
CUDDALORE, Tamilnadu India
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