praneeth remidi Poems

Apprehensive music reached my ear
I could quit the door and soon roam there
Moving the rocky crowd I stood there
In front of a sieved hut I saw her
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Where are those, thy beautiful anklets?
My spring, the queen of seasons

Are they lost or are they hidden
Are they missed or are they stolen
But who needs and knows those
As only I heard them so clear
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Ohh my dear valentine! Here I am waiting
With roses with as red as they can
With hands as big as they can
These would just go in vain
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Who created these dreams?
Of himself, why is he scared to reveal?
In sleep I hear my screams
To get rid of those, is there a peel?
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What is this that suffers me in my dream
For a few hours it doesn't let me sleep in my Realm
And the night comes nearby
And my heart beat goes high and high
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' what's on your mind' my Relief probes
And I always have two extremes
Either a lakh lines inexpressible
Or words less immense emotions to let out
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Where is this silence born?
- On a midnight in an ocean lit with thunders
It was born in a sleeping shell
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I have lost my poem
Among the beautiful footsteps of a dancing bird
On the ever wet red soil
Those marks over there say
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Why am I insulted for my little emotions?
Rather they are obvious and expected
Why am I stepping back for a vengeance?
Rather I should insult even more
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I am still in past and still dwell in past
My dear perceived enemy
Proofs heaped and heaped
to cause a mountain in my little heart
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