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Returning home
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Returning Home.

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Home I have seen six months back,

Am in a train and it’s on a track,

Pulling me with its own rhythm,

I am home sick now,

Thinking of them.

My son loves cricket and bread and ham.

My wife loves children and the home she runs.

My daughter wants to make her braids,

As those heroines do with all their intricate brain.

The train is pulling very slow,

It is his whim very though.

My bag is full of gifts you know?

My wife knows I have bought something,

For her, But she will never show.

Anyhow, the smell of home, the smell of food,

My wife cooks good,

The cosy chair and my garden own,

I live all there,

I live with my tune.

If you can, please take me there very soon.

I am now insane.

Adios!

bless my pain
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Bless My Pain.

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Believe my pain,

Sing with me.

Let us all go to the sea,

Where the horizon meets the sky.

Sun will rise,

The birds will fly,

Red Sun gives reddish glow,

Shells on the shore very much know,

Only day and night causes my pain.

Touched the shells and see them shine.

Sometimes white and sometimes pink,

I cry to the mighty,

With what continuity,

We made this all happen,

They are on the sand,

And they are so happy.

I will come again.

Adios!

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The Lotus Feet.

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Garden gnomes
A poem
Lotus

Garden gnomes were playing around,

The grass was green and flowers made sound,

“Hush,Hush see the colour of light,

You take blue, You take pink,I take brown.

Gnomes do not play easy games,

They are tricky, sometime friends.

From top of the hill, God looks upon us,

If he comes down we will surely blush.

He will make us newly made.

Gnomes will ask for many days.

But we will have his feet to shed.”

Adios!

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Missed The Bus.

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Missed the bus,

Tried the train,

Could not get in,

But it wasn’t in vain.

Had hot tea,

And had fresh made bun,

Waited again.

The train came chugging,

Into the station,

Like the smell of happiness,

Which is my gain.

Had I not missed the bus,

Had I tried the train,

I would have missed happiness,

Which is my only and only gain.

Adios!

Powerful Magic.
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Powerful Magic.

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My magic is not for all.

I give them,

TO whom I love more,

I saw your pain.

And know it is undue.

But what can I do?

How can I give it to you?

When did you pray

I called my magic,

I made it another wave.

I can’t control my delve.

And I ask for your help.

You thought me God,

And the sufferings are flowers

Being laid to his feet.

You grow more and more

With you love for God indeed.

I looked at me, glowing in knowledge.

What God eats, that even can be mine?

Do you know once he asked me to dine?

How can I be sure that he can make me pure?

Day by day I spent like this,

Even today I offered you the kiss.

God came and did not talk to me.

“Leave my children alone

AND DON’T DARE TO BE HERE ANY MORE.”

I stick to my judgement and I suck from you.         

I am waiting for your God who will make me through.

Adios!