Stupid I

My stupid I,
do not know,
the sight of the
falling snow.
My stupid I,
didn't see,
the depth of,
unexplored sea.
My stupid I,
never watch,
how the honey-bees,
do flowers touch!
My stupid I,
do always kill,
the busy ants,
doing their drill.
My stupid I,
can never stand,
to enjoy the sky,
and beautiful land.

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Play, Play, O Lord

The music of my dancing heart
Rebels to confine in one part
Play, play, O Lord it in your art.
In grass, in shrubs in trees' every leaf,
In insect birds, every soul in brief,
In meanest creatures, feel you stay.
In hills, rivers, in the sun's ray.
Your magnitude expressed my Lord,
Play, play, play, play my heart's love chord!
I set free my prisoned music,
May your objects be tuned, to stick.

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She Danced Like Wolf

She danced like wolf,
Her eyes rocked his mind.
Waist gave an Invitation.
I lost my Love!
His voice turned coarse,
He didn't remorse,
I remained in a corner,
As a wingless Dove!
Her wildness became wilder.
Lips cocked like ever...
It drove him mad,
But I never did leave.
Many sleepless nights went by,
My bed was missing him.
Flowers of garden were no more,
There was only a withered Leaf!

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In Tempreate Forest

In Temperate Forest,
Neither cold nor warm.
You can take serene rest,
Expanding your arm.

Humming with lively life,
Birds call from the trees.
In their delight and strife;
Insects rustle like breeze.

The thick leaves of forest,
Cut sunlight in drops.
Seeing the peaceful nest,
Heart happily throbs.

Honey-suckle, blue-bell,
Bloom and laugh in gay.
Hazel, dog-wood, sorrel,
Enjoying the day!

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Autumn Is A Name

When the clouds of rain,
take leave from the sky,
Stratus clouds come to
take the charge with clouds dry.
The blue blank vastness sings,
the song of seasonal fest.
Whichever was sown gets ripened,
the trees feel their best.
Autumn is a name,
which warms my veins,
Autumn is a word,
which takes my pains.
In the dilemma of life,
I oscillate though,
Autumn can't give birth to,
any glum I know.

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In Fullmoon...

In full moon night,
the moon walked
with me with his light.
There was cool breeze,
his light touched
the heads of trees--
and the green darkness,
spread its sheet
over the leas' face.
The moon sat under
a leafy tree....
looking at me with wonder
He told how he does fade,
and the dust, smoke, fog,
cover him with shade!
He wept, and I heard,
until, he slept and woke
listening to the call of bird!

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Kitty Is Her Name

I have a lovely cat,
Kitty is her name.
Seeing a moving ball,
She likes to play a game.
She loves to eat tuna fish,
Ice-cream in summer day.
Mew, mew she calls me,
And follows me, all the way.
When I watch television,
She watches channel Nick.
Thus, she learns from there,
How to make a trick.
She sleeps on a pillow,
Uses quilt in winter days.
I love my cute kitty cat,
Will be loving her always.

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To run From Someone..

Am I running from me,
Or, someone I don't want to see?
When, I was far, I wanted to be near.
But, coming near, I discovered a fear,
a fear, which takes me away,
as there's no way,
to be near, near, near.
Is there any fear,
puts me in sheer
insecurity, and anger?
I know the cause,
as because
once love is hurt,
it gets apart,
from its part,
tearing its heart!
So, coming near,
I'm, staying far.

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Hacked My...Why?

Why, did you hack my
account of mail?
Where heart can whisper,
to tell heart's tale!
No, not that you think
of, suppose my brother,
chats there, of his grief or,
an intimate talk with father.
What's the use of doing
such unfair, useless thing?
Does it give you fame,
pound, dollar or sterling?
Thus, you can't block
my fairy-land's door.
I'll open it up every time,
and step into the world of lore.

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As Tiny Soul

Turn me into plant, or
The meanest flower of grass;
Or, bird of sky color,
Dye me with your own brush.

This world is not for me,
Where people ever strive;
But, live like a zombie,
Neither dead nor alive.

Dilemma I just feel;
Time steals time as a thief,
Moving as giant wheel,
I drink the glass of grief.

I want to stay unseen,
As tiny soul of earth.
Long to be part of green,
Taking again new birth!

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