Manoj Kyan

I drink at the sights thro' my senses
Like an insatiable sponge I imbibe
All of which outbursts - My Verses....
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Inch by inch I savor the day,
From dawn to dusk into the fray.
Ever enthused by the distant ray,
I flee like a bird making hay.
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If only I can hold your hands -
Hands that caressed my head in distress,
Those hands that wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks,
The very hands that held mine tight to mean you love me...
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With hands clasped together, the dear departed!
Oh! What a scene, it was rubbles all over them.
Oh! What a scene, it was rubbles in between them.
But, that didn't make their love rubble.
For all that rubble couldn't bury their love!
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unfulfilled desires

memories of that wasn't
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