Looking from the thirteenth floor
the gardener flutters like an orange bee
the tractor moves like a giant toy
trees move like dark horses
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I am not an open book
every page not simple
every para not transparent
every word conveys
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Virginity is a certificate
not a sick rose on crimson bed
always pure and immaculate
not a doubt
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Life is a lost manuscript
though write or re write
you wont regain the actual
beauty, fervour, or rhythm
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The sea is reddening
with tears and blood
years of bondage
once made this sea part into two
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Go gatherer of all memories
pick from here and there
it was just a handful
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Sky is ravaging
like a jealous lover
rummaging through the fallen leaves
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Tell me this dear friend
when you go back to the world
where people and dreams alike
washed, spread, dried
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Don't Say good bye world
with a saddened heart
wrung of every tears & teasers
just knowing you was enough,
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It was a country of dogs
fine and beautiful
in every sense
God's haven on earth!
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