Jananie Balaji Poems

The gates are closed
But the path is wide
The bird is caged
Yet ropes untied
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The 7 o'clock morning mob was
On its usual hurried stride.
Suit, shoes, and ties done smart,
Bustled in the pavement wide!
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Last year began with mighty cheer
Sparking an ocean of dreams and ploys
Lil was foreseen of tolerant Mother Nature's
Reprimanding, invisible, lethal envoys!
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The lovers' allure, the poets' jewel, the night's King is trite.
The glowing Moon does wane too soon, disappearing with the night.
For the mighty Sun shall seize the day, blithe, warm, and bright.
But with time, from red to tangerine, to amber in twilight,
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Would it be a sin not to fall in love
And still love gazing at the Moon all night
Would it be a sin to call it quits bravely
If it somehow just doesn't feel right
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O mighty brush, I'm but a frail Pen.
You colour the canvas and I fill the sheet
You spread the paints while I feast on inks
If painting is beautiful, penmanship is neat.
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A seed slept soundly, in arcane bliss
As the sun's warm light crept in
On the bland mud bed, drenched by a droplet
And lo, new life was made to begin
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Crimson bright shines the morning sun,
The Safari at Johannesburg unfolds wide
Here begins the kernel of adventure and fun!
We scream with excitement, all set for the ride!
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A match that daunted even the dauntless, outright n sheer
Rivals on the battlefield, though, otherwise, yferes
Playing with sprits of gallant kings, but balling like wazirs
A tsunami of hopes n prayers, calling for glory or biers
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The gauche giant, at the Eeylops Emporium,
Gave a slow scrupulous scan,
At my perch, he exclaimed in glee- "That is she! "
"My gift to Harry! " And so it all began
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