we  two women of different rootstwo desert songs of the same  fluteremove the scars of past at onceembrace the ray of golden sunthe little girls, coming out of a darkthe birds are happy, on green barkwith the blue sky of  fantasy topsthe tears giving place to the dew dropsgiving beauty and essence to rosefeeling our pride and ego so closeoh! the great poet of blue eyes, I herefeeling the shine of your poems nearwe have the right to laugh at stagespreading our smile on canvas of agehold my hand, sing  a heart touching songthe moments are precious, life not longyour poems like stars spread new shineI wish that all   poems should be mine