We
keep adding
in life, hoping
when time comes, to subtract,
we aren't too scared, we don't step back.

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Greetings come quick,
criticism takes time,
if constructive,
it boards
last bus.

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Three cooks spoil
the broth. Today,
there's just one,
I have come.
Alone. Let oddity
win today. When
things even out,
taste is gone.
For good? No, not often.

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A number of things we do out of courtesy,
respect is a thing too flimsy, it sounds more like a parody,
yes, a it's a soulful melody, but maybe it's too soleful lately,
Never to dolefully done, but sometimes not done gleefully,
it's a thing that this poem loves and hates~ respectfully.
Those are the words of yours truly.

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I'd have written just one line for myself.
But since it's us, I write two, one for you.

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In the garden of grief, when it rains,
blossoms arise from the bosom of grief,
tiny they're, but they know how stars stay but dull
when in the reels of life, stars another nightfall,
life seems like a visitor who comes, a tune it hums,
alien it sounds to the flowers, life thinks they're hope,
they're indeed, for a moment~ after all, life has escaped for a moment
for relief from flying too high in lofty forgetful skies,
but the high doesn't stay long, the garden just goes back to being~
each time, a little more bearable garden of grief.

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Make peace with snores
instead of 'good night'
tonight.

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The day's ending,
my eyes are closing,
I may not complete this,
respond with a 'Received'
if you get this.

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A lot of words
you hold, God,
but how many
for Amit?

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The vegetable seller smiles at someone who doesn't exchange a smile otherwise.
Saturday comes as a happy customer, busy on other days, to refill for the week.

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