Sunday Morning
Poems fly over front page
Disappear so quick
Like planes running from tarmac
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Lift the veil from your heart
To get the glimpse of your beloved.
That beloved resides in every heart
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Nestled in fertile planes of North India
Is a small town of Vrandavan, filled with much
Revered devotional and transcendental music.
Crossing the town I closed my eyes for few seconds
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When I look at the animal world,
The rule to live and let live is
Followed better than humans do.
We proudly say that their mind is
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Primitive stone is
my pen being used to scratch
The surface of poesy.
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Icy rain comes with a crinkling sound
Like little silver coins falling on grounds
Tree limbs covered with translucent ice
Channels of pure white gleaming calm.
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It's the fire in your heart
That keeps the path
Of life lighted.
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