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Life is on a track of fun
Whim of fancies are so near
Colours balances the tramp so clear Extremity is so fragile to the stars
Erratic frames that cracked prejudice
Angle varies from top to bottom
Instead a trap of cyclic glance
So powerful from the strands of thought Metaphor of the projected strokes
Land probe the glare on its sense
Its the cyclone that mesmerize
Art that preload his craft side
So profound in the artists sense
Long wrap of a trap so beautiful
Raised hands with a calmness inside
This land is empty after the stroke
Creek formed as a symptom of loss
Evacuated along the thrust so hard
Now the beauty is a senseless thought
Calmness that terrify even in a dream
Life forms cyclone at some juncture
A radical part mesmerize closely
Attract the senses towards it's Beauty
Shatter the future with its cruel hand
Every smile hides some sorrow behind it.
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My pleasure, reading a new thought ful poem by Salini Nair, after a long time brought the smile that the poetess describes, and it hides the sorrow of not getting a poem by the poetess for months.
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A pleasure to read this lovely poem. As if you've opened your heart before the readers