Isn’t it awesome,we the denizens of imagination
Blended by you,got our recognitions?
Some keep us in their deepest nook,
While some transform the Outlook.
Lucky are those who receive the residence of heart,
Rest lay shattered being hurt.
Day comes,day goes
You are the one,the mind knows.
The poor part that longs to Blend with your heart,
Stitches its hope for the delightful part.
The heart nods yes,the mind still guesses,
Which one of you to select!!
© Sanchali Chakraborty