vittal vandavasu Poems

The leaves have fallen
A mild breeze plays
under an oak tree I sit to see
Your memory of past days
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I spent a day in the corner of paradise
It thought me how to be a bit wise
I stole an everlasting memory from there
Excited, I ran wild as a hare
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The wind whispered some words to me
In a language so elegant I cannot describe
I felt oddly sad sad and oddly in glee
But the words forever on my heart I inscribe
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Below the dimly lit sky
On the gravel earth
A little girl let a sigh
On all that hurt
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There was a merry little place
I used to know
It is where the sun show's it's face
And it is where the bruised go
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The dreamy waves hit the lazy beaches
The scattered light on the waters,
Is the radiant opulence that reaches
To the resting sinful haters
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Sometimes a poet is called a mad man
For he sees sinister,
Even a gentle graceful swan
And so I shall undo a spinster
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I wonder whether love given is true
I ponder upon things liven through
I gather all the things come and gone my way
I bother about times spent alone, what to say?
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I cease for the importance of humanity
I know ot if mine was a desire or necessity
The fire had died out
The cold had no more clout
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I art waiting for the songbird to show it's grace
Perhaps with a song or mere presence
I come from long tired journeys I chase
The lapse of wrong leads to perseverance
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