Lekhny composition -18-Jul-2023
Successful
21 guns salute will fire on my praise , when I get gold medal see my grace.
My failures will get covered and will be hidden in corner forever.
My work , my faded sweat, my washed away tears , my misery mistakes.
Will all be left behind twinkling stars ,will spare some of its light on me.
Give me 21 guns salute on my success , loud like a thunder vast as a sky.
The pinkish flower bloom in the sky , orange sun plays a yellow tune of my victory.
Moon shy away with a pink dash on her face as she is proud of my efforts.
The stars will spare some of its light and a beautiful night medal for me.
Give me 21 guns salute on and throw a grand victory parade of astonishing work.
Rusty smell of failed efforts , damp of tears on the wall marking of broken heart.
The door that leads to taunts and light blinking recorded the mockery of failure.
The sour taste of tea , chilly fragrance of food and funeral of dreams.
But a simple victory will lit all my life and a huge success will come.
Then give me 21 guns salute and that will mold me hold a grand grace of mine.
Reena yadav
19-Jul-2023 07:07 AM
👍👍
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Niraj Pandey
19-Jul-2023 01:15 AM
nice👌
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