The author is a Delhi-based business leader and poet
Unlike flowers that have a name
Nothing but ever lasts, friends
There is no smoke without a fire
Do the Trees, I often wonder
Wandering is never a bad thing
‘Tell me what is beautiful, Mother
Roses in bloom, Daffodils besides
Words that flow from a gentle heart
Live in the present with no thoughts of the morrow
Reveal Yourself, O Lord, to me
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