Life is a shattered dream,
That guarantees no realization,
We all chase delusions,
Of smells and colours,
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You had no experience of love,
If loved why you didn’t ask
From paths about the destination,
You might have written
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O! December,
When you turn again this year,
You bring along
The news of the city which I long for.
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Those who break up relations,
Perhaps forget,
They meet by embracing,
Each season all alone,
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Faithfulness,
When gets over the shawl
Of compromise,
And assumes,
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My love! Then you have decided,
That it is apposite to flatten
The craving of destination,
The world desires it too,
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Write not on waters,
To write on waters is not a good practice.
Whatever you write on them,
Whether it is meeting or parting,
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A Tale has so many modes,
Sometime smiles,
And sometime hums,
Sometime scares,
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The cold winds,
Swishingly blowing,
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