Nestled in the mountains deep inside the heart of a city,
the lake nurtures and opens its vast reservoir,
not only to the living creatures small and big,
but also to vast array of human speicies frolicking around its perimeter.
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In the dawn of my married life,
The lake of life was shining with the bliss,
By the dawn of mid life,
There seems like storm brewing on the horizon.
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How could I copy your poem and call it mine,
when the emotions and heart in it are not mine,
How would I relate to the golden sunset,
when I am stealing your wealth in bright day light.
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The fabulous beauty of Niagara Falls,
whether it is the American or the Canadian horse shoe falls,
makes me wonder how others see this natural wonder.
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Every morning when I feel the sunshine,
filtering in my room over the hills and trees,
I remember my care free childhood mornings,
when my parents would happily toss me up and down in air,
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Ayi basant, phool khile hain chaman me,
Main akela, tumhe doodhn raha hun is chaman me.
Yaad aati hain, wo phoolo jaisi muskurahaten,
Jo prasfutat hoti thin, tumhari hotho se.
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Two headed shadow,
From two lamp posts,
loses its destination.
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We are all the same,
whether we are black, brown, or white,
We are like many species of birds,
chirping our own tunes on the tree of the world.
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There was acrimony in the air,
The smiles from lips were long gone,
The affection had become the thing of the past,
The love was all battered teethering on last straws.
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Sitting by the side of the waterfall,
I have tried to reach the sky,
The air may be thin, the trek may be hard,
But to touch the waterfall so close,
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