For a little borne, when sucks the nectar
That comes from the Garden of Eden (heaven)
Into the mothers bosom and lay on lap altar.
Utters 'MOM' the most beautiful word', proven.
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Mom, o dear mom, I have a dull and boring day, mom,
Dad and you, busy all the time busy, listen mom!
(O My son, Try to understand, busy for you only,
For your future and education, feel not lonely.)
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My beloved;
If I were a bird
I would have come to you dear
If I were calm breeze
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My Muse, why do you confuse?
When I try to be a poet—
Then, like a poem you use
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I came here to fetch love
My master has thrown
I will hand over to Him
By keeping it into my crown
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At hot noon in a summer season,
I used to be out with a reason,
Troops of boy, all elder to me,
In an orchard, with them, I used to be,
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You may call me- air, a vagabond,
An idiot, a wise or a loafer;
Poetry is only my gain,
To ease my inner pain.
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Her beauty on the carpet of youth having a jive
Like honey drips in spring from the waxy hive
What Youth but infirm, all are dying for a drop
Carelessly with hellish gait moved without prop
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Nature always stood, shrouded with truth as a humble guide,
Within universe; with Books and its Verses and analogy wide,
All enjoy the beauty of nature with stunning naked eyes
Why can't see the beauty of nature with the eyes within; ye wise,
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