mohit prabhakar

Whence cometh anger
To dwell upon a mind
Maketh a peaceful heart
Oh! ! So much unkind
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In the bedlam of words
with letters waltzing about
baffled the bard stands
enduring a depressive bout
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Beguiling truth t'is
eternal verity all assay
at the other side it mocks
this naked cynical lay
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calm as a child in sweet slumber
of such placid dreams
with face of gilded amber
unto I, bonnie she seems
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lo and behold! !
this field of dream
hath the soil of red
once hadst some green
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