Shadow Of My Life

Shadow Of My Life short poem

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You are my life. …
Who gives me hope.. ..
At each step …
And keeps me warm. ….
At my heart. ….
And makes me feel.. ..
To be so special. …
I really cannot explain. ..
The place you keep in my life.. ..
But can only tell that. ….
No other ever can fill the space ….
You mean everything to me.. .
You fill my life. …
Like the light of the rising sun. ….
And always keep my aspirations high. ….
And when I feel low. ….
You are the one who gives me glow. ….
And gives me hope like thousands twinkling stars. ….
You are my guiding star. ….
And without you where will I go. ….
Always hold my hand and lead my ways. …
And be like a shadow of my life. ….

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Nrj.Malvika Mandal

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I Nrj. Malvika Mandal, love to write romantic poems and poems related to human feelings. Writing poems comes naturally to me. My poems got selected in... Contemporary readers digest, NY TOP 100 Poems Anthropology 2014 Best romantic poems 2015 New England Poetry Journal 2015 Evergreen poems 2015 Poet's Showcase and Yearbook
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