Valsa George Poems

When it rains, in her fancy
She used to turn into a child
Kicking water and playing in the puddles
Today when rain has begun pouring down
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I sit by the window, my eyes
Focused on the darkening sky
Thunder pealing from the clouds,
Wind roaring and growling
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Staying at the western brink of the sky
The Sun opens his fiery third eye
A red tint abruptly colours the sky
With chiffon clouds floating high
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In a village, there lived a known thief
Who was very fond of eating fried beef
Ate it for breakfast n' lunch
For dinner and for brunch
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To be able to laugh is a great boon
All worries it will melt down soon
It is nice to practise that art
Sure it will give life a kick start
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Once there was spring all around
With plants and blooms in shade and scent abound
Butterflies from here and there and places unseen
Flitted back and forth in colorful sheen
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My wife told me to get her a lip gloss
By mistake I gave her a tube of glue
Now she keeps a severe grudge
She never lets her lips budge
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At times I see my life going out of gear
Tempestuous passions take away my cheer
I know there is none to blame but only me
Hence I ask forgiveness as I bend my knee
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I met her in the orphanage
That sheltered drab lives
A young girl past her teens
Deaf and dumb, not by birth
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I long to be in your endearing presence
To drown all my anguish and anxiety
In the irresistible lure of your magnetism
And to be pulled closer to you by love's gravity
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