a dawn not for us
as long as we frawn to be new
a dawn not for us
until we fetter to bloom like a morning flower
...
a cactus or a flower
let me be whatever
let me be what i am
let me seem what i am
...
what is this ART
why spend money on it
why spend time on it
what does it give you
...
between these two shores
i float like a dead leaf
am not dead either..
if i was i will not feel the pain
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flute and the veena
sound sweet to those who have not
heard their infant's speak
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what a lover you are
i let you smooch me
for you to get used to the odour in me
i let you kiss me
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as like this poem
one day...
i will bring him out in full
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