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I saw three girls Not more than 10 years of age Setting up their life's regular stage In the corner of the busy street Selling healthy vegetables that we eat People buying from them and bargaining No one was bothered…
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I don’t want any crowds in the world Whether they have gathered in the name of religions, Or in the name of nationality, Or in the name of race, it does not matter. The crowd as such is ugly, And the crowd has…
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The busy street has all strange faces, I am amused at the thought that I am also one. No one smiles, or looks at each other, Immersed in thoughts, are strolling around. Someone passes by and I feel a cold whiff of…
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A ripple brimming lake, Since first amber glimpse. Serves wisdom broth, In an incendiary ribcage. Broth topples, Its soliloquy, trickles into the next stanza. Under some moons, hedgehog blanket Clasps... In other dawns,…
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I stood watching The dog chases its tail The dog went Round and round The tail went Round and round The tail and the dog Vanished in a swirl. The dog came Running back Stood beside me Panting hard.…
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Photo credit: RyanFox/Pexels Hey, my little one I hope you are at peace today. For you were the soul that Stitched whole my broken one. My tiny one, I can't say if I had given you Enough and all, you needed and loved.…
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The perils that a soldier must reckon He knows it all very well. He keeps our spirits soaring high, So much so that Our pride in his beliefs begin to swell. The morning comes pretty fast, We aren’t prepared for the…
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Somewhere in a far-off land Someone might need your words. A random post from a random guy Can question your self-worth. Are we giving at least one person The meaning to live and to feel alive? Are we not ignoring that…
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The forest opened its doors To lure in unwary travellers. Purple trees swayed in the wind Yellow apples grew in trunks Green snakes hanged from trees Black flowers formed carpet. Friendly snakes Welcomed travellers.…
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What shall it ought to be called? I hide your shades in my verses Or you are read in each word Or with you, the rhythm converses Or I reach you frequently, for what my heart urges Do I endeavour to evict your absence?…
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