cherassery damodaran binish

Why you crying, O' my little child
Rose bloomed is yours, sure not wild
Sparrows chirping lovely, is for you
Stars twinkling for you, is not new.
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Stars, shining in the sky....
Candles lit in the houses
Of the angels up above high
Giving hope to our senses.
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What is life after death?
Is a miracle for every one
Some believes to go to hearth
If devilish act has done.
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Clear glass like water
In it the swimming fish
Like the ideas........
Sometimes, it shows its beauty
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Of the last among the twelve
Is the December, a mermaid
When our memories starts to delve
Of her beauty before a fade.
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Centuries passed, but it survived
As a canopy for all those who lived
Surprised by the wind and the rain
And helped the living to remain.
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Time is flowing
Like a wagon moving
Flowers are falling
With a race, perishing
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Somebody told it was the color
Of her dress attracted him first
Then her looks, as the gist
Of the innocence and the valor
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It was a laziness when i broke
The shell of my egg, the first wonder
Tiny shells all around me, and a flock
With their babbling, where to wander?
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I lie naked amidst a crowd
Small, but weeping with hands wet
Crows flew, and faltered aloud
Echoed at my statue with no sweat.
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I wandered a lot to find
A land called paradise, a mirage
But an echo arouse from behind
My feelings which resembled a marsh.
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A dew drop, on a petal
Fallen, rolled and vanished
A dream, as a recital
Of a flower, bloomed and cherished.
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