Strange Feeling

Strange Feeling short poem

Uploaded by Ramapriya Nr

Like the Rhythmic sound merging with the flowing River

Like the flowing River merging with the Sea

Like the Sea merging with the Horizon

My heart desires for her

None but she knows whether her heart will ever mingle with mine at all

Just like Earth aspiring for Sun to spread its race and warmth on it

Just like the Moon wanting to spread its brightness of light on to earth

Just like bubble bursting out to mingle in water ,

My heart is yearning for her

None but she knows whether her heart will ever mingle with mine at all

Why I hear a familiar note from her unfamiliar throat ?

Why we, the two strangers till the moment , appear bonded for ages ?

What is in store for me at this juncture ?
None but she knows where my fate lies

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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