Killing innocent,
Is this really mankind?
Sadist fanatics.

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said pain to pleasure today.
I cannot be erased,
with me you'll have to play.

Pleasure hid the pain behind,
with a smile marched ahead.
You better stay backstage kind,
else on your blade too I can tread.

Gratitude held hands,
prayerful with thankful mind.
Waves of joy spread over sands
times of earnest work it did find.

Pain faded like an ignored one,
in solitude locked up in pun.

© Shobhana Kumar

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in the magical dome.
In plenty or in scarce,
as per the spot and zone.

A moment of romance,
or a childlike gaze.
Or viewing in trance,
searching for some face.

© Shobhana Kumar

♡ Poetry Captioned ♡

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my impulse,



the feel of my pulse.

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