Sanjay Mehta Poems

Lord giveth the brain
To be sane
Which we all
Have profaned.
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Deep, blue sky,
Overcast
With clouds white.
Gentle breeze
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Vigour
If
Triggered
With forces
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Unwind
From stone age
To present times
A subtle fight
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This age
Has left
Far
Far behind
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Fight for spectacles
To create a spectacle of themselves
And entire well being
Ears nose and eyes
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Agile body
An agile mind
Is what
Rigours
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Till
It works
For me
Not a curse
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Yes
Today
I will
Give her alms
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Beckoned
With
Sounds
So loud.
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