They come and on their way they go
Time makes many myriad of flow.
The flow is made to wash away
The image of today melts on its way.
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IN MID OF NIGHT
THROUGH MY WINDOW STARTED COUNTING
THE STARS THAT I COULD SEE.
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They all landed on my window sill
With peel of laughter in dark silence.
I woke up to ask them why so
In my drowsy innocence.
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Wish to sit here far from hustles and bustles
To watch you for myriad of meanings.
You remain untold
You are amazing in manifold.
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Have been waiting since long
Long for me atleast.
Too long it's indeed to wait,
To wait for a glance -
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Sitting with hundreds of years of solitude
I'm among the rocks
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Let the bees return to their hives
Let the bees get back tolives
Honeys be let flown in again
Hum let their be buzzed again.
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Silent to all, what happens aloud
Solitude pervades near around.
No one sees what is seen
where is't? where has it been?
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Remained pushed to forlorn yard
Memories grey but still whispered.
Will not visit again that on soft feet
Will not show its cold bald steely grit.
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