Vinod Guhaprasad Poems

And I heard the voice, was it fake?
N’er wanting those unforeseen phases,
In quandary of final gamble, ceases,
To see my wet bosom, ache.
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Hold me tight to know, the warmth I posses
Let me feel you in my arms, to know my love
Like the breeze that carries the fragrance.
You took me from the past in a wee wind
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As I walk thru the lonely lanes,
Amongst paddies and rivers and canes,
With shower of kisses in billions,
The mother parting a few in millions.
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Wither art thou gone, My knight of dreamz?
Leavin thy beloved stranded in devourin flamez,
Hast the darks of night blinded you?
Canst thou not see thy angel in ache?
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