Once again a political war,
Life is getting marred.
Bombs are often blast
Shops by overnight are holocaust.
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A COUPLET OF PABLO NERUDA HAD INSPIRED ME TO COMPOSE THIS POEM. COMPOSED ON 8TH OCTOBER 1980.
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Oh beauty! Thy face is
Slumber and pale so deep
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My prostrations are unto thee,
Oh! pleasant mother earth, I leave thy inn-
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Over the Western grassy lands
The evening sun sends a flying kiss.
My thoughts unto a distant land fly,
The sprawling meads of Scotland are seen,
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A SCENE FROM A CHICKEN CENTRE. IF ALL THESE HELPLESS CREATURES BEGAN TO SPEAK.........
The grills are open
and we are free to escape.
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AFTER THE EXAMINATION RESULTS. SOME OF US HAVE FACED THE FOLLOWING SITUATION IN OUR LIFE.
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It was a moment of defeat,
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It was just another dawn;
It was just another wind.
The streets were empty
And the town was silent in her voice.
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From inn to inn, for long years
It was a gathering wind.
From morn’ to morn’, for endless decades
It was toil beyond all tales.
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The autobiography of a dumping site
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Once upon a time
I was a Flushing Meadow.
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Feeling for the winds of yore
The old man glanced at the fabulous river.
Sitting under the shades
He screwed up his beard in reflection.
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