Go back home,
Someone is waiting,
Don’t let the evening pass;
Someone is waiting.
...
Life is a rope tied
To birth and death;
On which we tread
Till our last breath.
...
I did dare, I did dare,
Over here, over there,
Almost everywhere;
Over land, water, marsh,
...
The desire for company
Is the seed of solitude,
The zeal for the Divine
Is the rain of beatitude.
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The world to me
Is a tender blade of grass,
Whose greenness enamours
And sharpness bruises,
...
Look eyeful at me for the last time,
Look at me from head to heel,
Look at me and say ‘Goodbye',
Let tumblers kiss with romantic feel;
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He grew old, he grew cold,
He floated out of sight,
He who enlightened my life,
Departed at the end of night.
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There's a child in me
Who loves to watch rain,
Loves to put a paper-boat
In the dirty drain.
...
When a sudden whiff,
Turns you to look around,
Feel me, just near to you,
Without a word or sound.
...
Don't ever dissect my poems,
On Literature's callous table,
They are simply injured moments,
Of my love's unforgettable fable;
...