One silent night was robbed.
By the wails of wind .
Interupting the hours,
The thunderclap empowers .
Ever again it reminds .
When the night throbbed.
A flash poured;
By the spinning wind.
Rustling on and forth.
Oh !The deary earth .
Amazed by distinct buskin’d.
For then , she realised ,
Every sentiment is prized.
The wind offered admiration .
Distressing the Earth,
By its peaky temptation .
The petty quarrel,
Arouse the violence that night.
Every bit unrested that night.

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To the stirring raindrops,
That once have the command,
To drive my burnt out veins
Smoothening the surficial pains.

But, what flawed you today?
Why couldn’t you pacify her core?
Have you changed ?
Or she has been tougher to conquer!

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If ever love has voice, It would be yours.

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The sheer colour ‘red’
Could melt or burn a heart
If you seek happiness, it would escalate
If you share, you would cross the thorns to reach the rosy shed.

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The land marks your presence,
The surreal warmth of the winter eve,
From the crisp firewood .
The certain velvety feel,
Of the core of the floret range
Fragranced in your divine pour.
Seive the destiny of my existence
And submits to unwavered faith .
Govind!

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If ever you happen to touch the despair,
Heal and hope!
As the moon stares,
With a wait across the globe.

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Bring the stars to the moon,
Adhering to the tune
Of the momentous boon,
To amuse each bit of the opportune.

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It gets shy on every glance,
Tried to escape.
The shurb , she scrape,
And snachted the wonder perchance .

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The moon seeks its glance,
Peering at her drowning soul.
To build a mystical romance,
Holding the misery of her smudged kohl.

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A lover of soul can’t cease to love .

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