Into the dense wood
With a stick in my hand
I wonder if I should
Leave back the land
Fly as high as I can
In the dazzling skies
The galaxy waiting for man
Till it finally dies
Well it’s in millions of years
But the glamour is to be found
To desist our fears
and follow the alluring sound
But, dreaming of space is down on my shelf
I’ve got galaxies to discover in myself.

Congratulation on the blog Shanyu. Both the poems are wonderful !!! The choice of vocabulary words is amazing. Keep writing !!!
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Thank you Vivek Uncle
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Congratulations Shanayu for the great start ing .both the poems are wonderful language and words excellent at this age.keep it up.
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Congratulations multitalented bravo…
Yet a lot to come….
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