I am quite fed up of all these cardboard days.
Womens Day
Mens Day
Fathers Day
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A skydwafer is being built,
Stealing away a little of my sky.
What a hypocrite am I?
On the 6th floor, I have robbed 6 Skies,
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Let us march to Delhi.
But before that let us bathe in the parched waters of Sabarmati.
After that let us rub our souls with the sea salt of Dandi.
Let the salt seep through our pores,
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Do not be scared of being stung,
A sharp little prick, did many a wonderful deed.
When you were born, a jab of vaccine
Saved you from being a life time of a crippled machine.
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I am running out.
I am tired and about to stop and doubt.
I am devastated by the slap of your soft sound.
I am boiling away to cleanse my last reaming doubts.
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When I immerse in your poetry.
I drown of envy.
The Artic's cold and the Sun's merry gold,
Are molten together in a solid crystal,
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EKano? Kano Bhalo bahsbo Naa toke?
Shob kichu Kee tor opore nirbhor?
Maanee tuyee ishowrer kolponaa,
Ke bollolow tuyee shudhu or premikaa?
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Every day goes by.
The Calendar flips a good bye.
Nothing changes.
Apart from the usual din of seasons.
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Happiness is a state of mind.
I have often heard this now I realised.
Kids at play have shining eyes,
The shine of their eyes dances in their minds,
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Your eyes committed.
Your hair, the sun shine on them committed.
The gentle movement of your bosom as you breathed,
Committed.
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