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HOME I WRITE THEM HERE FOR U. I just want to look into your eyes Its all like bathing in the river of love My mind speaks volumes of your love There nothing of an angel of you Every thing is of an ordinary woman But for your eyes to start with They glitter like stars with They turn to me to touch your dress Your dress is never apart your body I cannot imagine with the dress a need For it has always worn into your nerves and tissues For it is worn so in my dreams For it has worn itself into my dreams Still as beautiful as wearing a dress. GIVEN DOWN IS A POEM RECITED INSPIRED BY THE SONG, "PHOOLOM ME JO KHUSBOO AYE AJUBA HAI" -"JEANS". |
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  Odors deep red of that flower is wondrous Ripples of smile over her face is wondrous Twists of gait of that ivy is wondrous Cascade of hair hanging over my reveries is wondrous Words coming out as flames of candles from so are wondrous Words of Wordsworth, laurels lf Lawrence marvel at your wonders wondrous From sea-sky mending to soil- heart me I hear so "its wondrous" Eyes see wondrous ............when in love Ears hear wondrous............ when in love And all is wondrous when in love |
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EVERY ONE IS A POET AT HIS HEART. IT IS JUST SOUL-SEARCHING THAT WOULD BRING LIFE TO THE POET IN HIM. AND ONCE BROUGHT IT SHOULD NOT BE LEFT TO THE DESERTS. LIKE A PLANT WE HAVE TO LET IT GROW. THEN WE CAN ENJOY THE FRUITS OF THE POET, THE YOUNG POET, A POET AT HIS HEART. |