In a quiet town, beneath a moonlit veil, A whisper wandered, soft as a gentle tale. Through the trees where shadows danced and played, A lone traveler on a path, unafraid. He sought a secret garden, known by few, Where the stars in bloom held a mystical hue. With each step, the night air shimmered bright, Guiding him forward through the tranquil night. In the heart of the garden, a fountain stood, Its waters like silver, pure and good. Beneath its spray, a wish was made with care, A silent promise to the night air. As dawn approached with its golden grace, The garden faded, a hidden place. Yet the traveler carried a gentle light, A memory of magic, softly bright. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

दिल में अगर कोई बात है, तो हिम्मत करके उसे मुसलसल कीजिए ज़हर अगर होठों से जो लगा ही लिया है, तो अब घबराइए मत उसे पूरा पीजिए ©kessi dhaker

kessi dhaker