It is not God’s Land, any more,
much is submerged, ancient is gone,
Good old days are buried alive.
I swim on the seemingly
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There is newness in every stale thing.
‘’The old order changeth yielding place to new’’.
There is newness in every stale thing
...
A hoary moment of isolation and despair
takes you for a walk in the wilderness,
saggy, almost falling leaves,
driven out of their privileged homes,
...
In my not peremptory home garden,
Which is not Garden of Eden,
Neither is it a den of thistles,
No piled up garbages, yet garnished
...
Those vile, crazy in the
grip of battle guns, exchange
their prowess.
The city is in the grip of
...
I am nobody! who are you?
I am insignificant speck,
...
I was a dead wood
drifting along the spooky path
of maze and intrigues,
the scary foam of waves surge
...
dancing with you.Decked by the
frills of wavy, white,
gauzy garment, your pride,
...
Calmness endures.
The puff of steam
hurriedly go, stay and settle
on the green coloured
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