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My Tears
I have let my tears flow,
I cannot conceal them for long.
The pain already caused that I suffer,
Has become unbearable;
My Handkerchief
My white handkerchief,
Freshly washed and ironed
Was on the table waiting for me to pick it up,
It softly reminded -
The Taste Of Tea
‘You carry me, and my load of tea,
I torture you, I do, '
Said the cup to the saucer,
It flings a taunt.
My Task
My friend,
Tell me honestly,
Are my thoughts old,
Are they stale,
Today is my 79th birthday.
My learning process ended last night,
It ended
After seventy-eight long, very long years.
My First Birthday
On the 5th day of April
Seventy-seven years ago,
I was born.
I took my first breath.
Very dry and dirty
The crumpled leaves
Cover the grass.
Oh To Be In Love
You are skittery; please hold your fire;
I wonder whether it is proper to tell you,
What happened to me last night after you left
Or eagerly wait for you to ask me when we meet today
Gentle Breeze
O Gentle breeze!
Do not pass me by
As you would a wind-chime
Hanging outside my window,
A Part Of My Side Of A Phone Conversation
Murti, I heard you bought a car,
Is it a new one?

Oh! It is the new Ciaz,

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