Brindha Saran Poems

Its not that we have much in common! ! !
Yet, what's happening to me, my being?
drawn into a trance;
covered with pleasure;
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Once it was a tree
swaying in a forest, alive and free;
Today the tree is gone
but the wood lives on.
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When you are run down
when you are blue;
What you need is coffee
a hot aromatic brew;
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Would it or wouldn’t it?
Does it or doesn’t it?
There can be only one of the two outcomes.
There always has been only one of the two outcomes.
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Who on earth asked you to stray into my thoughts

whoever beckoned you to wander into my dreams
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When I see him by the bar

twinkling eyes from lands afar,
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I question, I ponder

I know not;
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