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tears for a dear one 
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  Here I am tears welling up, 
  The sadness within my heart, 
  pulling me into its abyss.
  Thoughts of my near ones, 
  flow in streams o'er the mind - 
  like frenzied deers in the wild 
  chased by evil's shadow, 
  waiting to eat life's joys. 
  Why couldn't I cry out tears
  letting out the dread I bear? 
  Why this mock courage, 
  when my heart's to burst? 
  I can't help envy that child, 
  sitting here crying out loud. 
  How I wish I were that kid, 
  so none will tease my tears. 
  Where'll I find a shoulder 
  To lean upon and weep my tears 
  Where the comfort for this sorrow 
  that wretches my lifeless soul. 
  Why not me but the ones I love? 
  I ought to cry - the pain's much, 
  These my tears - the words I write, 
  The loud music is my comfort, 
  piercing my grieved ears with pain. 
  I wish I live not, to feel the pain 
  Of losing a beloved. 
  Lift me into your folds, God, 
  For I'm no use to loved ones. 
  I'm no coward, but Sir above; 
  Its not me that's in pain. 
  Give me the pain to be borne, 
  It'll be a pleasure in life 
  To die for someone that's mine.


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Forgiving 
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  God, Almighty, forgive us,
  we are sinners and also are fools.
  Our brains have begun to rust,
  cos we felt only wealth rules.
  We hurt our body in vain,
  and begged you to kill the pain.
  We ate everything without rest,
  and prayed to stop cardiac arrest.
  Selfishly we polluted the air,
  and said betraying us wasn't fair.
  We slashed our throats with knives,
  and ordered you to give back our lives.
  Even now we don't realise,
  that what we say are all lies.
  Forgive us dear Lord
  for the mistakes we can't afford.



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Beautiful Night 
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  The mighty sun bows with joy, 
  falling into darkness' folds. 
  Night, in her beautiful shine, 
  embraces our love-starved world, 
  Sparkling unearthen oil lamps, 
  bright upon her velvety black. 
  She wisps across trees and vales, 
  in whispering chirps, whistles and tunes. 
  Her breezy gown soothing the earth, 
  kissing its sunburnt wounds. 
  The crescent lit upon her forehead, 
  spreads silver warmth in our hearts. 
  A beauty - powerful and unknown, 
  plays lair on mind's strings. 
  brings to us coloured dreams, 
  served upon tranquil sleep, 
  still like the starry Night. 



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on grief 
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  Streams of joy flow unseen, 
  Broken by grieving pebbles, 
  that rumble and crash deep in. 
  Its them the tones of grief, 
  that add romance to a bald life. 
  Of what joy a miamed brook, 
  even with its beautiful wrap. 
  The birds, trees and savage bloom, 
  lay wasted beside that stream, 
  which whispers not of its roams 
  to the dreamy bard sitting by. 
  What beauty hath that eye, 
  which knows not a pearly tear? 
  Of what animation a human, 
  that tries not - to weep and cry, 
  but keeps its heart in stony freeze. 
  Of what worth to live a life, 
  full of joy but no grief. 
  Tears do garnish life, 
  for sorrow is the joy in happiness. 


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In the Drain 
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 The narrow path half full,
 with the water from the rains,
 that heaven shed for his love - earth.
 Yellow leaves sunk to the below, 
 adorn like jewels on the bride-to-be.
 Tiny ant-sailors sail along,
 on little twig rafts that float.
 White flowers from trees around,
 skim over the water way like
 Beautiful skaters on the ice.
 Worms n larvae parade the ground,
 with the gait of the soldiers of yore.
 Shimmers of sun's light dance
 upon the joyous waves circling 
 Around in the drain.


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Wretched Lives..... 
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  By the fire and by the quarry ,
  they spend life without choice,
  None ever feel truly sorry,
  to annul their pitiful,pained voice.
  By age they seem children,
  what they do is otherwise.
  Day after night and night after day,
  is something they know not,
  for to them it is always night,
  in this life that's so unright.
  Crooked spines, visionless eyes,
  Aching muscles and their cries.
  This is what is their prize,
  for all their labour and tries.
  Tears oft not flow down cheeks
  'cos the glands are dried and weak.
  Shame on us that always wait,
  to use the sweets things as our bait.


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To be a Child ... 
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  To become a child, 
  Back in the womb, 
  All worries tied, 
  Deep in their tomb. 

  No one to question, 
  Why I should cry? 
  Unseen adoration, 
  Got nil a try. 

  To live without know, 
  Of the world and evil. 
  Never to have to grow, 
  In the midst of the devil. 

  A life in all merry, 
  Hope to aging souls, 
  To soothe their worries, 
  With unheard howls. 

  To get innocence back, 
  To trust magic and fairies, 
  Ghosts and monsters in the rack, 
  My only other worries. 

 
