welkin siskin Poems

The charming nights have receded
And the weather is dwindling
But yet I know not when thou shall come,
Come to bring a gentle breeze of passion.
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He who catches the wings of dreams
Is but the hard hit, toiling one
For he dreams not in screams
But in persistent, passion and fun.
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The feline ever it crossing my path
And rufous grey hounds in ugly bath
And crows throughout in rough and hoarse cry
Making the enthralling pulchritude all dry.
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A flash of hope
And a faint signal of dream
would be there
Where we met to unlock our hearts.
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A flash of hope
And a faint signal of dream
would be there
Where we met to unlock our hearts.
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Did we play marbles, hide and seek
And build mud images: made utensils, of the image of the lord.
Did we swim in the same pond,
rivers and rivulets
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We are but devotees of love,
Slave of aspiration and so forth
And do we remain enslaved like a dove,
To the fist of time hence forth.
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If they had asked me what would I have done,
would I say would I not carry the weight of the earth and move,
would I not to many directions move,
step on zig-zag roads of life,
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The days of beauteous forms have fallen on me
which the youth could not culminate;
And what matters it be
The time become fortunate yet
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And now the night sinks into darkness
Far down inside the obscurity of time;
Lapsed into quite of chamber,
A poet dips into thoughts for poetry!
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