Neran Sati Poems

I'm like a wandering elevator

zipping root existence
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Extrovert or introvert -
ever, your letters travel
- within the crowd.
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Inside them, old or young,
the vanity armor pertains
- the faultlessness.
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With his best friend - the language -
Grateful poet's sharing all...
Much like, with his pet.
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Be good or let love?
The border hurts...
Crossing, not easy!
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Hiding the sincerity,
those sophisticated,
soften their integrity.
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The night leaning on a small town shore, vacant
out of season.. a settlement without
it human feathers; and
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How easy.. to spoil the

canvas - stop a melody -
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