janani ashwin Poems

Have a little mercy
On this troubled heart
A kind of forbearing
To give a fine start
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Precious in the heart of the one she admires
Fine is the quality of her subdued offerings
Some words as she gently touches his thoughts
Awake in sleep and deep unto his being
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Silence of the ocean
Shimmering in the sun
The waves are quietened
No sound beats the shore
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Like the radar of a satellite
High up near the clouds
You feel the pulse of my being
That least wavers in its bliss
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Intentions in the lounging infirmity
Of man that is bold and emboldened
In spirit that distills the feigned weakness
Of slit conscience that reopens vistas
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You have
overcome the cause
that messes a bit
In your will to live
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