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Who Will Come?
by Dr. Nirmal Sharma
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  I'm standing in the desert,
There is sand nothing else,
The wind blows hot and
Pours the sand on my face.
I'm running to and fro
To save myself from the heat
The heap of sand all around
I climb again and again and fall down.
I cry but who can hear
There is nobody near
I'm myself quite alone,
And look for help with eyes of tears.
Questions arise in my brain,
Will nobody come in my way?
How can I come out from this hell?
Can it not happen, any spell?
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June 24, 2013
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Congrats dear Dr. Nirmal! Great imagery in very simple diction! Continue your voyage through the ocean of poetry!

Prof. Dr. K. V. Dominic
07/10/2013 10:12 AM

Comment Have patience please ! God listens of all.He will send someone to help you
as you have desired.Thank you very much for nice and realistic thoughts.

Nathmal Sharma
07/09/2013 15:05 PM




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