His voice; Baby!
Come off it! its real bizarre!
Quest in mankind spare
No nook or corner invaded
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April drifts are far away
October spins a tale tall
August just passed on its way
Watching September in deep thought of lost fall
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True beauty is the ability
To care of the other's welfare
With no real expectancy!
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The folds of life
Were like saree silk
Soft, smooth
And embroidered
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Empty mind and emotional still
All of the heart in the master's will
To catch the train and to pay the bill
The poet at his writing table to battle with skill
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The words dashed out
into the open air
As if suffocated
with long years clamped within
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In traces of joy
Found its courage
And walked out of rage
The old pages torn out
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Catch me not
in the net of wordy sorrow
For I whisper in ears for ever
The melancholic thesis of better life
The religious path of sincere perseverance
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The simplicity
Of living ones truth
Uncomplicated acceptance
Of the intricacy of design
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