V P Mahur Poems

Let me sleep in your arms
Let me touch your charms
The wait has become hard
The pain is ringing alarms
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Suspicion in love
Is like termite in the wood
It slowly but surely
With sharp small hood
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Today the hurry and worry
Of the work
Has made man to much busy
That he looks more a robot
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The mirror before me
Smiles to see
That I was lost
In the features of my face
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Just imagine if one day
The salt is determined to sweet
What kind of treat
We would have got!
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The snow in winter
Drop softly
Like the petals of flowers
Rests on the ground
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The people were moving away
Leaving their homes
For in this desert
The chances of life
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I want to touch your soft rosy lips
I want to burn in the fire of love
Let me lost in the dark of locks
It is my extent of self destruction
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Discipline is nothing
Imposed from out side
It is the inner sense
Of following
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The laugh of a baby
Is like a free flowing
Spring
That makes all hearts
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