ritu gangele

THE MAN WHISPERED '' GOD SPEAK TO ME ''
AND A MEADOW LARK SANG.
BUT THE MAN DID NOT HEAR.
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happy the man, whose wish and care
a few paternal acres bound,
content to breathe his native air
in his own ground.
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if tomorrow becomes your last day,
dont worry,
you have today.
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donot stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there, i dontot sleep,
i am a thousand winds that blow,
i am the diamond glints on snow.
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where i lost my happiness?
in the lighted corner of past,
this dark of present,
reminds me,
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if one day you feel like crying
call me.
i dont promise that i will make you laugh,
but i can cry with you.
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i thought to be a river,
i thought to be a bird,
i thought to be a butterfly,
i thought to be a star,
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i am a little bit more in love with you,
each morning when i wake up.

i am a litlle bit more in love with you,
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if dreams are just dreams,
why are they in my life today?

if dreams are reality,
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i like my new telephone,
my computer works just fine,
my calculator is perfect,
but lord,
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we may walk a while,
we may take it as a mile,
we know lifes for a while,
but still cross poblems many a times
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do not fear, there is always wine
if you are thirsty for love.

do not fear, there is always water
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i loved you always,
but you for some days.
i always missed you,
but you never did.
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when everything goes wrong
and no door seems open
forget everything and start afresh.
love for what you have
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i am delighted
that my heart welcomes sorrow
for the sorrow
that the earth and the sky
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its not what i am today,
i lost myself somewhere yesterday,
i remember i was not so proud,
now i stand lonely in a crowd,
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i wish i could sail your eyes,
drink every dropp from your lips,
elicit words still left unspoken,
and banter on every fragment of our night.
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It is me who lives,
outside my attire,
it is nothing which goes,
goes inside my soul,
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with every breath that slips,
i choke my throat,
there's lot to say and lot to do,
but words dont come out my mind,
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festooned by colours of dye,
my life goes in vain and i,
i am left here just to cry,
cry tears of hatred, cry,
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