MOON PRINCESS
The moonlight shone bright on my face
Ablaze of misery on one's life
The treaty signed long ago in heaven
The day that brought them all up here
Crying in fury and rage
The princess left the state
The town set on fire could
No less breath again
The cursed city shall never get invade
The soldiers at the tomb left jobless
Sequence of unfair deeds they did
Left them get on their knees to cry
The screams each wall in the city witness
Shall keep twining the buzz
for generations to listens
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Tired of self I sit here by,
the branches here by watch me in coy.
The woods smell like the lessons of life,
the ones I skipped and kept as archive.
the roles got delayed,
and were no further played.
the ease of living was yet again missed.

A voice within shook my fist,
pointing at the sky my head shine bright,
The destination is yet to be determined.
There is a passage I still preserve
bow down on path and the magic shall unfold.
once you trek,
never ask for a hault
everyday shall be adressed with vigour.
To you my son the way I direct,
many great men have dwell that way.
once you reach the epitome of your course,
many books shall flourish with your name written there by.

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A morning full of hopes
A day filled with sigh
Long ahead to go before you become mine

A heart filled with desires
A hand full of rose
With memories back in their nurtured along the years

A highland stream along the woods
Hand in hand we walk through out
The fairytale I weaved shall one day come true

A promise was made
And a promise shall be kept
Making worth out of the days I wept

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The remains write a phrase
For years to go
The phrase narrate
Of what has been missed
Amidst the journey in greed of the destination

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When your individuality is put at stake in the name of someone's possessive nature.

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The little seed in me to bloom
Bloom into a happy flower
I would nurture it with all the love I hold
And present it a secure world to behold
I will give it my name
And my name shall be made proud of
I would strengthen its stalk with power and zeal
And mind filled in with determination and will .

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Where's the poem I long lost
Landlocked in the borders of
Vast green plains I broke for you
clothes torn and torn the desires

The dancing cranes stopped atop the fields
Wishing you stop and look behind
The flowers turned from red to white
But your steps never again paved my side

My swings oscillate from the gate to your bed
The garland on the thersold is still lively and fresh
The wind decease down from the hill side
But the odour of yours is far in the cities

The love evaporated from the porch
My veil fell aside the wooden pillars
The shades of your halt withered my patience
And still your breathe never graced my land

And poetry?

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I never get enough of us,
There are more than enough fights,
And so is the love.
But don't shower them all at once,
Love me in parts.
Like you're never done,
Still I would precisely crave for more .
Even after the decades take an innumerable folds of harsh changes,
To hold my destiny apart from your poise in not anyone's cup of tea my valentine.❤🥀

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The brighter are your inscriptions
In the walls of fantasy

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That brims within you
Uninvolved in tarnishing perceptions
Until it takes for the right person to see and devour you

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