“One Ring” – Made An Amazing Golden Moment

“One Ring” – Made An Amazing Golden Moment long poem

Uploaded by Laxmi Dhoolashetti


One ring from “My Friend”, Nice to hear can join a team outing,
But “Am Not” part of that team,
Curious to know which place- It’s “HONNEMARUDU”,
“One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!!

With the blessings of “My Sweet Heart”,
Started my journey late night, with “Colleagues”,
Dream of – I may see “Original Gold” on the earth, which I ever,
“One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!!

Early Morning, we started entering into the “Forest”,
No network, No call, Day will not end without my sweetheart “Wish”,
“Oh God!!”, Where I came, what is this?,
“One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!!

While watching the forest, Saw Honne(gold) that is a “Tree”,
Pleasant songs of birds, ”Fragrance” from trees, which I ever experienced,
“Are you okay?” – Pleasant care of each other, while swimming,
Watching the “Sky” with sun-rays by floating in water, which I ever imagine of,
“One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!!

In “Island” by enjoying a surrounding blue water, which was my dream,
The amazing enjoy of “Rafting”, which I ever had before,
Ever forgettable stories of friends, with fire camp,
“Honnemarudu” – gave me a Golden moment with Golden friends,
“One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!!

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