V P Mahur Poems

To me you are my destination
And to you I am
A target of destruction
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O my Lord!
Bless my mother
With a life of cheer
Her badly wrinkled face
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The showers of springs
Give the imagination
Soft and light wings
And take the heart
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Life is spring
When we are
Blossomed with pleasure
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Life is not what we think of it
But life is what others estimate of it
We can favour our acts to prove them right
But at the same time the world can make a shit
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Often and again
I thinks of me
And the more I think
The more confused I become
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From life too much expectations
Just add to our frustrations
For, we feel missing something
Though not destined during creations
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Giant, enormous, largest on earth
Yet so simple and sweet by birth
Moves slowly on four heavy logs
Royal in moves, never cares barking dogs
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Dreamy, intoxicated eyes clashed
The feeling smashed
The hearts crashed
Two tempting bodies dashed
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Gold with shining yellow blaze
As if born out of golden sun rays
Precious, prestigious since ages
Gives to the hearts boiling crazes
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