With change of season
He too changes for good reason
Time over but he still sees a chance
Young girls get his furtive glance.
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Whole day I carry a burden of load in mind
A way out of this maze I desperately try to find
Rewinds it like a flashback in a slow moving film
Was he at fault or wasn’t I unfair to him?
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You came
At the 5 o’clock dream
Sat with me for sometime
Touched once with your lips
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You left your smell in me
It won’t go with the ashes
I would not let wind carry it away
‘you are in me’, it would say!
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when i see the youthful faces
i feel a bitter regret
curse how time crazily races
rue things for which i'm late.
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the day's weight and sweat
waits within
to come out the poet.
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Lured by the bait of a golden trap
Got down on the road for one quick snap
Season’s harvest lay the gleaming yield
Pains of seeding sprouted fulfilled!
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Had I been a poet river born
Flowed at ebbs to the sea
Fed on her shores fields of corn
On her face etched the sky gaily!
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A mysterious crave entwined the air
in that moment all words were mess
when river breeze frolicked with her hair
sun pinked rose smeared her face!
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