My love,
My love,
None but
I know it,
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The poet as a rebel
Shelleyian,
An idealist,
The poet as a giver of the anti-thesis
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A singer,
A singer of heart
Am I,
A singer of heart
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A singer,
A singer of heart
Am I,
A singer of heart
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Your blue taking me away,
Far away,
Into the blue skies,
Into the sunny hills looking blue,
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Your dark blues
My infatuation for, my inward yearning for them,
O, your dark blue eyes
My my quest for beauty!
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My biography,
None,
But I myself shall write
And post it
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An India of villages and the countryside,
Hamlets and thorps dotting the lands,
Scattered over,
Littered with
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O lonely fox, couldn’t recognize you,
I am the same who had seen you a few days ago,
Don’t you remember it,
Have forgotten it so easily?
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