When pen was the biggest possession and calmness in the world of hysteria, it never bothered where we were or in which zone felt the protection, even when alone. Maybe because father's eyes would follow us like a drone, when hearts were pure white and eyes full of rainbow, when innocence made us believe we will reap what we sow
You. Wow, this was such a beautiful poem. And this actually recalled my memory of my childhood days as well, especially for those of 90s kids. And I'm glad I could. As you read the poem, it felt as if I was, you know, living my childhood again. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem
You. Hi. Good evening. You opened the floodgates for so many memories, and I'm sitting here wrapped in a feeling of nostalgia. Wonderful poem. You get your mental images and the emotions behind them across wonderfully. I really enjoyed it and hope to hear more from you. Have a great evening ahead. Bye
Rohit
@Divineservent · 0:27
Beautiful thoughts. Really a childhood disease. Lis very very interesting and impressive you. Nowadays love is just a game and society totally changed. All peoples are selfcentered now. There is no relationship prior