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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
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Though sixteen years have passed by,
I still cannot erase from my memory,
The floods that came in like a Tsunami wave
On 26th July 2005 into Mumbai.
It's a date unforgettable!
Those who have experienced the 2005 floods,
Would comprehend its fierce intensity and
The severe destruction caused by its raging waters.
Until and unless a frightening experience hits you,
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Dream Within A Dream
Issues can be resolved if one has faith in himself
Your ability is tested on how you handle a situation
Life is a reality it is not a story based on just any elf
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Is it possible to truly appreciate joy in life…
without having experienced her sorrow?
Is it possible to relish in her happiness…
unless we've also felt her woe?
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Tide and tourists pays
Fancy price for your fair promise.
Trap of desires holding
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ringmasters dwindle.
reselling their cotton candy lies
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I'm sorry for any mistake that I will make in future Dear karman
It doesn't mean that I have any plan to do any wrong thing in future.
It means, I'm really worry about your feeling about me.
It means I can't believe that you leave me for any reason
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I am a hobo on the roam
At Anywhere, U.S. of A.
At anytime where's I call home,
Ready to move on any day.
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When I was a child time seemed paused
Delightful, with bright summer days, adventures
Loving family and friends, games to play
Christmas joyful, merry, jolly, and gleeful
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De zwarte eenhoorn is hebzuchtig
de zwarte eenhoorn is ongeduldig
de zwarte eenhoorn is onbegrepen
en aangezien voor een geest
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Of all an upcheered rippling
The one constant
Watercourse. So vowed, strays not.
Nor turns stagnant.
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Das schwarze Einhorn ist gierig
das schwarze Einhorn ist ungeduldig
das schwarze Einhorn wurde gehalten
für einen Schatten
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Who is least blameworthy
We're quickest to blame.
God, midst storm-ire's funnel.
Wild irascible flame.
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; A rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
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Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
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Pounds of pain punctured my progress
Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility
Swarms of stress subtracted my substance
My heart exploded like a thousand thunders
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As you see universally
There is a great fall
Let love stretch its hands being universal
To love and teach us to love all,
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
Marching past the massed spectators,
Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim!
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