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I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting;
Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in places, rising
Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes, dingily
The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the
The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized flickering;
And over all, the sky--the sky! far, far out of reach, studded,
breaking out, the eternal stars.
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes,
And falls along cemented steel and stone,
Upon the grayness of a million homes,
Lugubrious in unchanging monotone.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement,
That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines,
Linking each flat to each indifferent,
Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.
There is no magic from your presence here,
Aren't you done living this way?
To save this heart from further dismay
Claiming what you are not
And not knowing your worth
From this very act when will you refrain?
From things that are eating up your brain
Having legs but walking with clutches
Looking old but living like apprentice
When good thoughts approach your senses
You do stuff without taking chances
Are you are stuck in some blue funk?
Are all relationships and conversations feeling like icky gunk?
Are you getting a sense that your ship has sunk?
Don't worry. Consult a man who thinks like a monk.
It's just after 6am, running up a short
hill by the sea. Breathing easily. A magpie,
sits on a fence ignoring me. I do the same.
Is it a game?
He's called so bold,
I feel he willingly even moulds.
Tackling with those gruelling times,
Witnessing those dramatic mines.
Sunday,16th January 2022
The heart can't remain empty
it has gift from an almighty
Honour and respect
from I.F.C.H for the act
that has been in the close association
for building international co-operation
Not only appreciation
but an elevation
that lays the foundation
for the international relation
Wednesday,19th January 2022
What makes you think?
Lady becomes violent
when you violate
and try to get near
and create fear