Let a poem to be born
when thoughts galore
like waves in the river
sing to touch the sea.
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This relation keeps on growing
as long as the two ends are doting
thread by thread, bit by bit
every phase of a tug, a need
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Beauty of a flower wither
when their prime is over
Appeal of a dream also dies
when they grow older
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I am not English
I am a learner
Yet I like to write
in this language
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It is not a thing of choice or content
It is in all forms a cursed sight
To move away from it, all fight
It bears the stamp of contempt
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All seek excellence
All try to be marvellous
All conceive to be noble
All advise to be righteous
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When two ends profoundly connect
In the light of warmth relations flourish
Thus unbound concerns grow and reflect
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She forced herself to sleep at night
She held her head with all her might
She pressed her mouth to stop her voice
She closed the doors to silent her noise
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This is not a phrase flowing out of trance
We don’t realize the sheer importance
Until we lose something ‘non-precious’
The status tag immediately changes
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Oh life!
Why are you away, so far unclear?
The stream of light is so thin
It is hidden beneath the deep layers
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