POET SHUMUKH Poems

It is

As if
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Don't just like it
Come and sit here
very near
to tear
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When the eyes talk
Everything stops
The tides, the breeze and the clock
Becomes rock
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I was sitting alone in me
My eyes desired to see
Thy shadow, as the sea
It entered into my Room
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The rill of your memoirs
Sprouts from the excruciating flesh
Cracking ways through the shrinking canals
To kiss the essence
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IN THE Wheel OF Tick Tock, AN Unwonted Fright
When THE Poets Scribbled ON THE Tamper-Proofed Lights
While Swaying Under THE Influence OF Inebriation
THE Verses Sung Were OF Destruction
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