In the jungle, mighty jungle,
Full of letters, words and rhyme,
Some are dancing some are hiding,
Waiting for the perfect time...
Thoughts come flowing like a river,
Dreams come drifting with the breeze,
Pick the blossom, catch the echo,
Tie them gently, if you please...
Every poem starts with wandering,
Every poet loses way,
But the ones who keeps on searching,
Find a rainbow someday!!!
----- विभव जोगळेकर
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