Walking under the moon, wishing for you, In the still of the night, my heart beats for you. You may be my house, a shelter so strong. But I am your home, where you truly belong.
By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)
This poem is not that big like other poems are, but for me its a soul from my heart. Every word belongs to, they are mine. And the last two line may be seems you normal in poetry, but if yo u try to look under the words of imagination, you able to understand that, this line are deep. And if you think, Why I am telling so much about that? Because, it takes me more than 2 day to just write this two lines for me.