A point of his perennial plunder,
Sometimes I do shudder to wonder
If this Earth were mankind's last blunder,
Or a hell be to ‘nother world;
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You make my mood— green from the grey of grim,
And remind me of good days to me dear,
You have the heart my wails of woes to hear,
Your stays, though ever brief, lift me like cream.
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Kneeling under the span of open sky,
I bent down trying to reach the wet sand,
A fragment of swept-ashore shell in hand,
And wrote upon a patch of beach swept dry—
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She assured me she'd come, nay, promised me,
My mind was adrift still on banks, oh waiting—
Ship-wrecked as if in thoughts of life mid-sea,
A state, words can't give even a faint inkling.
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The time it was of late June—
Time of impending monsoon,
All evening I watched with glee
The churnings of the tidal sea,
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One touch of spring and life looks keen,
Of summer, scorching gets the scene,
One touch of rains, lo, all's lush green,
Of fall and autumn, barren lean,
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Golden prairie grass,
Swaying robes of a fairy,
Or of grassland lass,
Never do I get weary
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Guru's words go till gate,
Scriptures meet the same fate.
‘Go thence whence greats have gone,
‘Tread what they have trodden',
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Words are birds on wings, ideas that bring,
Ideas brought, haply they hop to wing.
Freely thence the songs soar
As free birds, words no more,
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Words that flow forth, fount to fore
From feeling heart's deepest core,
That purest stream is poetry.
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