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Washed Beauty (An Acrostic)
Love emitting origin, beaming a faint
Yellow pink glow of light, and sweeps
Nips thorns of darkness: the debris of
Night that makes the world bitter harsh.
To The Shadow Of My Own
I remember you my attendant,
You have been with me since I was born;
I recall the moment when I saw you for the first time,
I was appalled thinking you some small agent
Three Graves
Early in the morn, into the ooze
There lay three sacks;
All tied tight with thin cords of polythene.
The sacks were muddy, blood seeped out
The Village Of Deceptions
The world O! Friend,
Is a village of deceptions,
No deference is observed
Behind the pardas.
Modes Of Love
Who can forget,
Pages of the bulky book of life,
Even though
They are torn to pieces.
I Am Fond Of You
He often said,
“You are not fond of me.
I responded,
“It is just a dawn my Love!
Why Has God Created Those Lips?
He often said,
“Do you know why God created your lips? ”
Seasons Remain Not The Same
The birds have awoken,
So discard the intension
Love Is Like Sand
I said it too,
Love is like sand,
It slips down through fingers,
But some grains stick with the palm,
It was his habit to say,
“I had only thought of you,
And loved you since centuries,
Then became successful

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