Poetic rhythm, poetic metre
Life's metre, Gayatri mother
Most important of all the metres
You are my Gayatri mother.
...
No other morning is there
Like this morning.
And in this morning
I want to build my life afresh.
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I am not here
To take care
Even your dead body.
...
Not good to listen to
Any political juvenile
When our very existence
Is in danger.
...
Day begins with
The musical charms
Of the cuckoo, true.
Day begins with
...
I am here with you in your body
And you are here with me in my heart
I do not believe in any other temple
House building except this heart and body.
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Think not
I am writing
Fraudulently.
Think not
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