venkatesh ram Poems

greek call it a myth
yet oh hercules was a legend
like our children burdened under education
like it not or yes
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where the sorrows pummel heart
where life is clouded with anxiety
where thoughts creates deeds
where morrows leaves for past
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charm on a fine day
when meadows sleep under sun
where mind floats over dreams
soul meets bliss on morning rays
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oh needless search
why on the search
when mind toils on
when days are longer
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greed of the weeds
raised in gradually
overspread over the land
worries for the farmer
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greed of the weeds
raised in gradually
overspred on the land
worries the farmer
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drizzle in the mind
echoes from the past
leisure for thoughts
seeds for the logics
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