Indian villages, hamlets and thorps
Of loneliness,
Ay, loneliness playing with the winds
In the sunny landscapes
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I love you that's why say to you
The things of my heart
Otherwise would not have
To you my things.
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I am an artist of yours
As make I the images of yours,
Keep making and re-making;
An artist I of yours,
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My God, the blunder of being a poet,
You make me not a poet again, if this be,
Putting aside everything, see me, how mad am I
After becoming a poet,
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Say you, love me, love me,
You love me,
Just love me,
O, say you, say you
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The urn of my mother,
The unburnt navel and the ashes of hers,
Just a handful of
Put into the little earthen pitcher-like
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On the Face Book when opened I
Saw I the image of a beautiful girl
Posted on the networking website,
But sorry to say, I could not chat with that stranger
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I am a painter of your smile, so sweet and cute,
The smiles breaking open the lips,
Beaming with joy,
Bursting into a laughter,
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