shona sengupta Poems

I have often heard about the existence of an immortal soul
But if so, why is its presence unseen?
Why has it so aloof been?
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From the very beginning
As they evolve from seeds
Growing little by little
Until finally into seedlings.
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Beautiful is the wind
That blows within my soul
And leaves the leaves rustling.
Beautiful is the mind
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Take a ride down the lane
You once used take a walk by,
You may not make it at once
Give life another try.
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Long after those days were gone
The time dissolving before my eyes
Those roads yet again walked upon
Again underneath those starry skies
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The chirping that breaks into my dreams
The fresh breeze that gushes past me
The dew on the early grass
And the clear blue sky above
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I write not to please another, not for pity; that the thought may die,
I write not for your pleasure or praise in hope of greatness
I write not for the critique of a thousand eyes
Not that words may show my skill in arrangement
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Wake up see not the time
It isn't a race against the clock
Dress up but don't ponder on the looks of it
Don't burn bread while packing for the day
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I met you as a stranger
With disbelief in your existence
But they say you shall be found in the strangest of places,
It is so little that words describe
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Not even time awaits my approval
While doubt governs my mind
And this is my struggle as I surface from my reverie
Into the reality of a choice like any other
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