Times have changed,
No more the king of forest,
Always hunted
He runs around in fear,
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Human life has this way,
Of being lover' unlimited,
Always full fo lovers,
Though meant for procreation,
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It is big, yet so lively,
Dancing in the wind,
Green and full of life,
Making the one who look upon,
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It went slowly with the weight
On its back across the desret,
With its owner beside it,
The neck with water filled
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Is it over, my dear, the love we have kept so long,
Which we cherished with such savour that all were jealous.
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It goes like always, with little changes, life is ever going forward,
Trundling over years and incidents with the same experiences again and again.
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Are you really mine
And only mine,
When so many surround you,
Since you are so comely,
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Cinema, cinema which make moving picture look real,
But sometimes far from the real one, yet enjoyed by almost everyone.
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Heroine like the drug heroine hit the young male minds,
Make exotic, quixotic images and goes under her influence for long.
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It came soft and gentle,
Over the small waves of wind,
Touched my inside,
I could see her almost,
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