PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

a mythical pot
that pours the mystical potion
into wet and desert mouths!
sensuous sniffles
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O the eye of the day
You are not a phoenix.
May you outlive
Myriad of Methuselah
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Darling, you didn`t creep into my heart
you walked straight in with a gait smart
Darling, I did see you come in
and felt my heart filled with joy within.
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It occurred last night
Only last night- -
Your Net pack went nil.
Our chat didn`t happen.
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I see it rains outside.
It rains in my heart.
I see trees are happy
As the soil`s now wet.
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I miss you, miss you hard.
Many hours have passed.
It`s too long, we talked last.
I miss you, miss you hard.
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Music came when you came
Along the way between two hearts.
The gift will stay anyway
When this heart is alone by any curse.
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Mind`s got heavy
with huge storm cloud.
All would-be tears gather
and their assembly gets loud.
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a heron is lurking
to take away many
of my future poems:
its bill is made from the metal of coins
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Yes, bro...
my poems now speak
not with tongue in cheek.
they may shout with their lungs out
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