No one to trust,
No where to trust,
But now some one to trust:
And its you...
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In general: -
It's an attachment to life;
But often a dettachment from life.
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Oh God! Fade away
Those days from my life
The words said and thought;
Gleaming in sincerity,
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O Vainglorious Critic,
Your vicious arrows
Won't touch my art
As it comes from heart.
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Gorgeous Orange flower,
Your colour adds to my flavour.
Like a lovely shrine,
You smiles in the sun shine.
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O Nature's colour Violet!
You made me lit.
The very touch of yours...
When dropped in flowers
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The child has grown
To conquer the crown.
But made himself a clown
By selling the soul's burn.
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