A poem circumscribes:
Lonely emotions
Hidden feelings
Untold sufferings
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I am just a role player
let it be reminded
every now and then
the path to 'work'
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As I walk down the street
in the bright morning
I observe a yellow flower
hanging under the flower tree
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The sky doesn't know.......
when it shall be illuminated
when clouds shall pass through
when it shall be garlanded
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Life is a line
between birth and death
connecting infinite points
success is just a point:
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The wonder fruit
the fragrance, the flavour
the juicy slices
the sweetness, the taste
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I can't comprehend the greatness of this song......
that retrieves my memory from the golden past
I feel like rowing a boat in the river
myself, the solitary traveller
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The wheelbarrow greets me
during my morning walk
as the sweeper pulls on with both his hands
people throw garbages
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Opportunity always exists
wisdom required
to make use of it
the golden key
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For months together
earth suffering from unbearable heat
He understood her pain
and showered
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