The years that aged
The years unborn
Rattles this heart
Feeling forlorn.

You aren't here
In all this grief
And yet you are
In my belief.

This day repeats
In silence slay
That moment, Ma
A mother's day.

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For some, God is wisdom.
For others, Wisdom is god.
And for a handful,
Both God and wisdom
Are worthless.

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I miss the trees around our home
And the garden you planted
Those beautiful flowers and plants
That your green thumb nurtured
I was never like you,
So immense and committed
So giving
And when you became absent,
They just knew it
And slowly, one by one,
Like you,
They all left me too. — % &

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My prince of verse
My sought out muse
Leaving footprints
In his words
Adding some to mine
Poetry that have hid
Or have lost its time
In them,
May my presence be felt— % &

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The 'shiuli phul' from our tree
Snowed heavier that day
And the sun's rays just peeked awhile
Leaving a blanket of gloom
But the colours of your art,
Like you, shone so brightly
It overpowered the gripping desolation
But just only, until the shiuli lost its lustre
And we lost you.

14 years gone. Too young. Too soon.

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Must you go?
Must I ask?
What will become
Of our radiance
Of happiness?
It will be a memory
For a while.
Then, I will be an extra
In your story,
And eventually
You will be
An extra in mine.

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I write everyday.
Because if I don't,
I get fever pitched restless.
No other reason really.

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We are all atheists
About someone else's God

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The best use of life,
I surmise,
Is Giving.
In any form,
Just Give.

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We are all wrapped up in
Different packages of self-fulfillment
Displaying a false sense of achievement
In our lives that are mainly dictated by
Society's demand of who we should be.
Seems like slavery was never abolished,
It just became socially accepted.

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