V P Mahur Poems

Fairy of spring when flies high
To the core of the heart of green
Sleeping buds yawn with a sigh
Ready to create a magical scene
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When all doors are closed
And all faces are frowned,
You must know that it is
High time to stand and go
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How can one
Smile when
All his good efforts are undone
And he is surrounded by
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They say poetry is a fashion
But I say it is a deep passion

They say poetry is jumbled
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In the depth of this blue lake
There is a pitch dark place
Deprived of life giving light
With a gloomy strife
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That is my house
So sweet so lovely
Very old but every day
Looks new jolly
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Go into the dark
And see where is your shadow
It sparks with a glow
Of your true soul
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Darkening the blue sky with flying mountains
Of colourful clouds on the wings of the air
Relieving the earth from the hard sunny pains
Sending all around the sweet smelling flavor
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Playful serpents of lightning
With twin tongues sparkling
Into the dark caves of clouds
In their hide’n seek marbling
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The blazing hot sun sending rains
Of fire, ready to turn the heart of
The earth into a burning cinder
None was visible upto far
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