There was a room of darkness
Which was our weakness...
We were restricted to that room
You gave us the magical broom...
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For people get-togethers were obligatory...
But gathering is now being held in crematory!
Joy, placid and togetherness subsided...
Despair, anxiety and discreteness resided!
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Chambers of opportunities, gleam in abundance...
Percieve your dreams, with much resonance!
Grooves and thorns will thus be faced...
You only, can get the correct path traced!
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As cool as a glacier...
Burn like a fierce fire!
Aid in the sparkling eyes....
Fade as ash in the cries!
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Much passionate towards dance... A small step for one to enhance... In a world full of people in need... Writing poems makes one feel freed... Just a few sentences, speaks volumes... Love for the poetry, just consumes! !)
Guru
There was a room of darkness
Which was our weakness...
We were restricted to that room
You gave us the magical broom...
Not knowing how to fly
We cry, then you step in...
Letting us know to try
Darkness trapped, you liberated..
You slammed your pain...
Just to open doors of our fate
You banged door's of our life...
Opened it, just for our sake
Fatherly love, purest of all...
You never expressed it
But your eyes said it all...
Ever in our heart, is you sir!