Harish Bhuvan Poems

I know not, of what goes around
for i do not consider me with others.
I do not see it, even though it is there
Is something wrong with me?
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Where was I, so lost I;
realization of it just happened
moments came and went passed like wind,
thought it was right, but it was a big cross.
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Angst is what makes a person quite,
Thanks to it, we know not what is light!
Why is the fear so dominant,
when success through trial and error is prominent.
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