Last evening I was sitting alone
On my favourite chair in our balcony.
I saw so many people coming by car
To attend a wedding ceremony.
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Poetry is my love; poetry is my passion.
Poetry is my life; poetry is my devotion.
Poetry is a world made of my happy dream.
It encourages me to move forward every time.
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My night is filled with nightmare
And my eyes are full only of fearful visions.
My dreams are confined like a convict.
All of these make me cry day and night.
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The earth is the perfect abode
For the people with beautiful minds,
Soft hearts and angelic souls
But no one can possess all the virtues.
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Still remember me
If I go far away from you
And your old love is veiled
With the charm of a new one.
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Saturday night in every week is fully mine.
I suck the pleasure as one drinks the last drop of wine
Evening passes and midnight comes slowly.
Everyone sleeps but I wake the night silently.
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Now I find a river
That will absorb
All of my agony and pain
And gladden my heart
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After a long time
I have taken my diary
To compose some verses
By sitting on the couch
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Man's life is too short to tell full story
As any time he may sink in Time's sea.
For his work he'll be placed in history;
Or he'll lie in the grave without worry.
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Now I have been totally changed.
I have learnt to know myself.
Gathering my haphazard thoughts
I have learnt to think in a right way.
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