Dreams, fallen from the stars,
Glistened in your eyes, dear.
They spoke to my soul
Of an everlasting love,
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Blind-eyed Tiresias had thousand colored dreams,
Our thousand eyed world don't!
Then, what is blindness?
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Rain!
Irresistible invitation of nature,
To the primordial joys-
The joys before the civilizations were born,
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Bathing in warm water
Rekindles in me
All the warmth of my childhood!
Even today, on this cold rainy day,
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Writing a poem is
Stepping into endlessness
A moment ago
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For you, before the night falls,
I pour out my heart's melody and music,
In celebration of a sweet meeting with a poetic friend.
And when night, the darkest of my friends, do come
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Life is a combat with time...
Still I dare to dream of outwitting time,
Having sipped eternity in a sleep as profound as death!
Search Out!
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O Night, the darkest of my friends!
I've just tears to give you!
If you ask for more and plead
I've a heartful of sighs too!
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Its heart-warming and soothing
To find friends with poetic wings
And watch them hover
On the sky of imagination
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The playground is forlorn
The player a grieving loner,
Games were battles; they decided my fate!
One after another, every defeat
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