I really become dumb
Sometimes when I feel
The beam that I follow
Has no boundary
To measure the gravity of
Honest feelings and thoughts
Which are as fresh as dews
That are specially woven
By the delicate threads of even
Enchanting nature's new shades
Out rightly banned from lifeless
Artificial, false, pale touches
But much closer to the levels
Divine and eclectic
But this beam of beauty
Which sometimes acts naughty
But I earnestly plead
For you to know me well
And feel the nicety beyond words
Which are often touching and real
Never goes once mechanical!
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Rekha Mandagere
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Which are often touching and real. This makes your poem very much beautiful and wonderful really.