V P Mahur Poems

Creative is man's mind
Active are his hands
He can make new kind
Out of the dry sands
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Come to the end of the sky
We shall join hands
And free fly
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The infection
With which you infected
My whole from every direction
Is now increasing rapidly
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Sitting at the edge of dry, hot desert
Waiting for the clouds' thunder alert
A pair of distressed eyes with hope
Slowly the dry wood he chops
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The world is an ocean
Vast, wild and ranging
A weak straw man's life is
On it helplessly floating
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The soul suffering a burning separation
Neither have joy nor any peace of passion
When the tearing pain crosses the limits
I consoles it with an entirely false notion
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Never let me stay alone, O My Lord!
Bind me with your powerful love accord
Let thy blessing hands lie on my head
Let thy mercy in my entire life be spread
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We often
Hate poison
But today I wish
To make a confession
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Just say with love my dear
And I'll keep on singing forever
Of love's sweetness and fervor
On the music of my heart ringing clear
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Since the very childhood
I had created a picture of you
A person who is very strict
A person who is very anger some
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