Serenity

Serenity short poem

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Dissolve all your sorrows in the cup of your mind,

Stir it with ladle of sweet thoughts,

Let the fragrance come out through the words you speak.

Serve it on a platter with gentle and encouraging words,

That would be absorbed in the minds of those in need.

Let them relish and feast over them.

And gulp the wine of contentment.

So that you will help dissolving their sorrows,

In their cup of mind

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Shobha Sundharam

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Like to write.....poems, short plays, screenplay.wish to make a film with a good script written by me and would like to have Big B on board...just a dream
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