Vidi Writes Poems

She is born
Not with silver spoon
She gives us a life of Gold.
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I wonder why a trustworthy
Seldom trusted!

Is a trusty so enigmatic to you?
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Don’t ever complain –
‘They use me’
Let them use.
What are you born for, else?
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It’s my all time favorite repose-compartment
Open the pages to see my ingenuous chapters
Wonder why I have lost my innocence supplement
Once, that stance was part and parcel of all my matters!
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He has great appraisal for poets
Neruda, Pushkin, Eliots’
Kalidasa, Tagore, Keki…
List is on and on
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Deep red, gradual transformation to Orange then Gold
Follows the yellow, then spread the color blue
Color of the Dawn, pure and cool
Moisture of Blooming love, Outlook -Splendid Clever.
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In this stadium of life
I see everyone busy running
Not, all are athletes
No ghost chasing at back
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A winner is always at hunt
His shot hits the nerves
Divulge – ‘Tough as Odd Boots’
'Truth' explodes, bitter forever
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In his “Snowy Evening”
Robert Frost says –
“But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep”
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Thousands of new ventures
Took birth with Expectations
Twisted to fit into self-images
Reflected - own perceptions.
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