Under a heavy stone
Our moon is covered
And a brown witch
Sitting on the stone
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Dead forest
Eight towering legs
Cats and dogs
Two giraffes mating
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Watching the ants,
I can't but convulse with laughter;
Finally, they start flying
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Thanks for the blues and sigh
You presented us
You couldn't but do this
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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
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Trenchant silence
Twittering birds slept
Trumpery night
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Plant a flower plant today
With love and affection in your hand
Tomorrow you would see a garden
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Gabtali is not so a place of importance
That the world could recall it
At the very first hearing
But I had to and so did my father
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