Like the eyes of a warrior that shuts
for a while and rejoins the battle;
Like the wings of a bird that freezes
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O’ King, I proudly salute what thou hast built,
As a timeless monument of immense beauty
But I staunchly salute Not what thou hast built,
As the greatest monument of divine love.
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There is Water in hard Pulp,
There is Water in pure Milk;
There is Water in thick Tears,
There is Water in Blood too;
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I unbuckle her jaded black Jacket.
And lift from drapes of crimson Velvet.
With Eyes of a watchful Guard on duty,
I ogle at this naked man-made beauty.
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Looking at you, I remember the first time we met:
sometime in my first grade, when the page-thirsty
line was running wild with its black army, trying to
capture every length and breadth of the white land
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At the crossroads of hate and fear,
I met those whom no man held dear;
A Donkey, a Hippo, a Canetoad, a Viper,
All spoke a code, so hard to decipher.
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The common volunteer among us
Who helms the digital eye
To capture the celebration
To mummify for our tomorrow.
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Having adorned them with words before
I flung my pen to the sorority of clouds
and stood beneath for a repay in verse.
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Bedspread like black waves,
awaits the kill tonight;
Pillows like puce slabs,
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Tired of the mundane girls I see
Wanted someone of a different degree;
Atleast three horns she should have
With nose and tongue split in halve
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