A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
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I call him a poet
He
Who beautifies his loneliness
Sitting all alone
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I am your neighbour
When your house is
Under fire or in flood.
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Your signature of loving touch
Written on wet sand of my heart
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So often today
You have entered me,
Like a cool summer breeze,
Through the Sun-burnt grooves.
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How many days have you
Come along the road of my life?
How often have you dear
Cajoled the dreams of my nights? ?
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