The defence rests, your honour!
Still stands the prosecution
The accused have no confession
...
Not fire, a woman can inflame a man
well
After his death
...
Under a heavy stone
Our moon is covered
And a brown witch
Sitting on the stone
...
Watching the ants,
I can't but convulse with laughter;
Finally, they start flying
...
Thanks for the blues and sigh
You presented us
You couldn't but do this
...
Plant a flower plant today
With love and affection in your hand
Tomorrow you would see a garden
...
Every word of your poem
As soft as feathers
Dear poet, while reading,
Feathers turn into quills
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People who say soul is a thing to preserve
Are not right at all
I never pay heed to them
Rather my soul goes forth
...
Trenchant silence
Twittering birds slept
Trumpery night
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