pragyan rout Poems

tired of the life
which had so far treated him not so well
he sat bubbling with anger
by the rising and falling water waves
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the glory of the trees no more
hidden by the giants of mortar
the heavenly nature forgotten
the lineage of the past now rotten
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She waits on a lonely isle
floating in the sky
where the gardens smile with flowers
but there's something behind those smiles
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