Randhir kaur Poems

Who know me?
I ask t'will nocturnal does flee.
Diurnal I wake my slumber,
And my ear hears a clamour.
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Pen in my hand,
Door on my side.
Been two hours I simply am sitting.
Could walk off by shutting my copy and breaking the tip of my pen.
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I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
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A real parley.

-How's life?
-You are my life.
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I don't understand this life at all,
There is no sorrow but my eyes are always filled with tears.
What is it which makes me down in dumps? ?
I don't understand this pang at all,
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My innocent princess your glowing eyes dictate
It seems that you want to cut straight to my heart
Let your beauty be straight and frank just to state
That love and beauty are same and not poles apart
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A commence
of dawn sinks
at dusk,
Ever mull
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Why writing is bad?
It says thousands of emotions in a fourteen lines.
Why do you consider writing as a tedious work?
Because you cannot write. Poor luck.
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