Miethi Goswami

A sea of lilacs,
A dreamy sky;
The breeze brings the bees,
And, rainbows of butterfly.
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I wish I could still the perpetual time,
Hear whispers of the noise,
And uproar of the silence.
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Safe and sound,
Inside you.
Many people were around me,
But, none like you.
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You have seen me ugly,
In unkempt hair,
Bushy eyebrows,
The morning swollen eyes,
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Those weary eyes,
in search of some flickering light,
grope around while they're
coerced into their imminent plight;
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I was walking down the lane to my work,
With a heavy heart and a throat to choke,
I saw two men painting the road,
With black and yellow,
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As the sky gives birth to the sun in the morn,
The golden hue,
filters through the morning dew.
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The ire of the sky breaks out,
And the elated clouds quake and shout;

The clamour of the heaven,
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