Hate becomes Thing of the past
I hope
My hopes are fulfilled
Everyone is thrilled
Nobody cries
Every life smiles
Laughter
Is the call of the day
Every day is a good day
Joy is all around
Increasing every day
By leaps and bounds
Love in every heart
No two lovers remain apart
Hate becomes
Thing of the past
Every soul is full of
Relief at last
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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