A Bunch of Poems*
A bunch of poems*
Sometimes you find yourself in a bower
With flowers blooming in words,
Sometimes you think you are in heaven,
With poems blooming in your heart,
Sometimes you think you are blessed
By no other than a tribe of herdsmen.
(*Note: the photograph attached is Taken by me for Poesy.
The pages of poems were those poems, one gets as gifts from poets and writers, being a jury member of a National Poetry competition.)