To write a poem
Is a task-
Not so easy as making a cup of tea
Nor so difficult as breaking a fence
To set a prisoner free.
But it is as good as breaking a way
Into the most mysterious cave
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Have you ever
Soothed the pain
Of the weary?
Have you ever
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Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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Nowhere seems to be the same
As it was a year or just a minute ago
See what a swift evolution this terrene has made
Where nothing is as same as we imagined to get
Before our ingress in this juncture.
Every hominid is busy in his contest
To win the senate in his pasture of passion
And even the innocent creations of daemon
Have been dragged into the marathon of heroic world
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Morning,
and I step out
into the cold world
and it’s abrasive sun.
as I walk through the heat-thickened air
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What shall I do with my time on this earth.
Given a long daunting path, not knowing
What history gave me at birth.
Will the road be paved by words.
Or will the woods and trees make cover for swords.
Will my breath be routed in my heart,
To speak a language only explained in art.
How do I know if the tune is fake,
Which arrow will pierce the truth,
and who points out what's at stake.
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I have traveled so far
See and felt so spar.
Through the invisible map
rode the horses of the land
no time to lend a hand.
It seemed so fast
clearly not to last.
A divertion of a thought
premeditated or fought.
Most times a spectator
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The other day I met-
A sad looking poet
Walking swift, very fast
Along the railway track.
I just moved ahead,
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A poet is but
A God in disguise,
Who creates -
Worlds new and alive
Without borders,
States alien and neighbouring
Without wars,
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A poet
Is someone who
Lives in the mortal world
But loves the immortals,
A poet
Is someone who
Lives in whirlpools of Intolerances
But loves to understand,
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