Anand Shankar Poems

I hold the glass high
Full of pain and gloom
Of losing my love
I make a toast with sigh
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There are times, that I don't like you
And you don't like me, I know that too
But I want you to know, Oh dear, I swear
All of that time, I still love you
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There he is so tenuous so thin
Hairs all colly, temple full of dust
In eyes so pallid and a pointed chin
He looks like a rod covered with rust
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On the lonely streets we find them
Strangers, as they are referred to
We give our hearts to some of them
And also love, so precious and true
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O Lord of Death
Please embrace my soul
For now there is no mission
I am left with no goal
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In a dark room
amidst the halo of smoke
Ruminating over life
left so sullen, so morose
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I have had my share
Of hatred and lies
The sour taste of
the tears in my eyes
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be it dusk, be it dawn
the battle is always on
between myself and me
gloomy or glee
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I remember the first time
I touched your hand
And you touched mine
it felt so fine
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With an outburst, he rushed
Tears gushed
His tiny feet
Cover as much ground they could
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