Roshan Cullen Poems

Stabbed at the back... he falls
with memoirs of her... he lives.
Soaked in her tears... he rises
In her heart; his life, he places.
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at the end of pastures, at the foothills of vasai
lies a rain kissed road that takes one away

hidden in the hamlet at the end of this way
is a little temple, that lights up, at the end of day
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The heat was immense... burnt like hell.... but from within,
yet he stands, like he hardly fell....knowing death will never win.
For the rains have come with thoughts so strong and words so kind,
from the friend.....who touched the core of his mind.
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The way we love
makes it hard to be apart
so when I can't hold you in my arms,
I hold you in my heart.
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If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
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