Greenery greenery!
What the earth hasn't forbidden
The brownie-body is hidden,
Drenching too much, God ever smiles
This sight is not of here but miles.

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TO THE DEATH-CITY

O masters, Look! how the riding man is
On the back of clock-horses.
Face's happiness and enjoyment
Glitter on it's smile but,
As a pearl in the womb of mother-sea.

Pride in heart for rein in his hands
But unknown to him that the poor rein,
Time as hasty day while deeds are surge,
Still knowing remains the same
As the twilight of dusk.

With horses the road ends and fort appears
But the man has nothing to do with,
Mere this stepping into the city of death
Doesn't allow to clock-horses,
Life's set out lives in the death city.

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No comparison is one contrast
In both nature and farther.

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Existed fear in my heart
Should be awared,
To be silent is the only way
As of he appears.

The more I fear ,
The more he becomes dearer.
Longing heart of mine
Yet, only, longs him.

Having seen him,
Aggressive thoughts attack me,
Let me to be wounded
And, live in fear.

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Try something to be nothing, should life be like this ? All the times of life, everyone wants to be something for the sake of theirs livelihood. But, no-one doesn't have the desire to do something. They all think, life is a race and they have to win. This is the effort by which people go fast but, not first.

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Don't say
You are mine
But
I am yours .

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CORONA BEEN AWARED

Life O mine ! Have no be gone out ,no how no where none no what to shout to help them help you in service doubt as no chance to make it availed to exchange in exchange of such a viable virus touch borne whether be air-borne or water-borne both being contagious and infectious in a contaminated land with messy garbage dump and polluted air base whirling to be deadly treaherous could else swindle and ransom my fondly love for ever at a distance within my reach at ease which l neither could see nor could l live to hear about at the slightest loss you would likely to put up with covid-19 .

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O Love mine !
Somehow ,I am forgotten ,
Neglected ,isolated and ,
Vanished from you .
Even now ,I love you .

At times , I think of
Our wonderful moments
And I become please
Do you know ?
It happens all the times .

O Love mine !
It is quite unknown
To me , you'll return
To me or not , yet
I wait for you .

--Yuganjali

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Different !But
Not like others
And not like anything ,
But ,is indeed different .

Thinking ,wandering ,
Caring and feeling for anyone ,
Not the businesses of one's own ,
Not the formality .

Spontaneously comes out
With emotion and pity .
Only from one's heart ,
That's love not hatred .

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