Dreams, one of the sudden pleasures of the night
Bestowed upon a weary traveler of day hikes.
When the auburn moon sinks
In the crater of ash clouds,
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Life is a bucket with a hole at the bottom.
It always looks so full as we deposit
Our share of little drops of love and hope,
Frustrating as we add to it our share of
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Today is August 15th.
India's Independence Day
It is also birthday of Sri Aurobindo.
A freedom fighter, spiritual yogi
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When I look at the animal world,
The rule to live and let live is
Followed better than humans do.
We proudly say that their mind is
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Primitive stone is
my pen being used to scratch
The surface of poesy.
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Icy rain comes with a crinkling sound
Like little silver coins falling on grounds
Tree limbs covered with translucent ice
Channels of pure white gleaming calm.
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It's the fire in your heart
That keeps the path
Of life lighted.
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