A loner he never could be
For, he was never alone.
All trees, flowers, fruits and the rolling grass
Growing in abundance belonged to him.
...
My friend, present everywhere,
Supports me, I seek him now
As my talisman, my protector.
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My nerves are raw
My mind is a jumble
Made my hands tremble
I cannot hold on to anything
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The pigs in the sty,
Poor creatures,
They stare at me with vacant eyes
There is no pain, no fear of death in them
...
Must you scold me off and on
I have done no wrong, committed no crime
Nor ever stopped loving you
Nor shirked away due to the fear of you
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Rest your mind,
Allow the storm to ease,
You would notice
Its fury lingers
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The lone bench in my backyard,
Painted green and white,
I had purchased in a sale long ago,
It has served me well.
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Where is the memory of you
That is hard to find
In the darkness surrounding
You and me;
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Magic moves the air
Now and then;
It is
The magic of words
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