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Black Is Beautiful
Every morning in the deep woods of the concrete jungle
With my near and dear ones I sing a coarse musical,
Humans raise from their good night sleep with a frown of unpalatable
They call me ‘Crow’ and express their acerbity with a scowl,
Friends In The Sky
On the first sunlight I arose,
To see a bunch of rose;
Through my bed room door,
It is my birthday I remember;
Pathway Of Life
All along the pathway of life,
There are various ways fully stricken with strife
Filled with the caste, community and religion hype;
Waiting for the deliverer to come and strike.
Village Grand Ma
Sitting in her torn draped old cotton sari,
In front of her thatched hut tired and weary;
Watching trees accompanying from her vivid memories,
She often narrated stories of ghosts from those haunted trees,
My Friend Loneliness
It is your company in solitude I treasure,
Those are the imaginative moments of pleasure;
I long to be within your majestic universe ever,
To seek the creative bliss beyond measure;
Pain Of Flowing With The Dirt
Since the ancient times away,
Flowing through the night and day;
From the serene hills around the western bay,
Helping all those who came to stay;
Life threw the net around of vice and virtue,
I have no other choice than to choose Virtue, it is true;
The triumph of virtue, I failed to prove,
History has shown virtue triumphed,
This world has various thoughts of school,
Truth, honesty were taught to me in school,
With honour they were the ones I chose;
And the life told me I will loose,

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