Manu Kranth Chary Poems

When I step into the sunken graveyard,
The land that the gods themselves guard,
Place where lives take leave and sleep,
In their sacred graves in the soil deep.
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It was deep night but all bright,
When I caught her brilliant sight.
Her gracious sharp and grave sight,
Pierced holes deep into my heart.
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Clear skies open my day,
Wetting my eyes with heavy mist,
Wavering down slowly to lie,
On the drowsy land and sleepy bay.
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Here’s your new new day
Sing your very own way
Look beyond the clouds you see
Think above the stars and Sun
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Things diminish as you grow,
They now seem small at your brow,

Glowing sands were diamonds ago,
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He is the one who is new to this reign,
Learning things elementary but nothing mean.
One who wishes to posess every thing known in his world,
Trembling and tumbling on the very failure of his word.
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Here he comes breaking the dawn,
Piercing through the dark plane.
Throwing around his glow and light,
And growing bright frm brackish light.
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At times I do see you and when I do,
A smart girl in the class I see.
A nice friend in the group I see.
A good orator on the stage I see.
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He get's up like a ceaser slowly,
Looking through his fragile glasses,
Half broken and at the master's support they are.
Dim and dusty they became with ages.
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People become rich,
Not by merely their riches.
They ought to be,
Rich in their Pride,
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