ROCHISH MON Poems

People do pass, carrying themselves-
From times immemorial,
From times unhistorical

People do pass, carrying themselves-
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I myself do not know you till you come
Once you reach me, you are mine
Weather, you are fine or not you are mine-
Sometimes you come very easily
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Knife made a cut
Experience emitted!
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An unknown picture said
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Live even after death!

Die not as long as there is breath! !
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O God, listen to my supplications
O God, please accept my applications
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The best thing is a gift
To the best heart
The taste of beauty is
Also an art
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There appear the stars…, in the darkness

Those are not known to the darkness
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On a body-less canvas
With the help of thoughts
Mind draws
An invisible picture!
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To the extent
The strings of heart-lute breaks
As fingers of distress squeeze
Like the unpitched notes
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Procession
Of deeds

Projection
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