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Simply You Have Called Me.

Rose and Prose

Simply you have called me.

Simply you have smiled.

It’s roses and proses,

But it is all unworthwhile.

What of the roses,

For they are old.

And the proses are synchronised,

And they rain word made of gold.

Simply you have called me,

For the day is over,

It’s time for rest,

So,please do sleep,

And let the rest of the night be over.

Adios!

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The Stale Flowers.

The stale flowers are not to smell,

The stale flowers do not fall,

They have fallen a long time ago,

As they couldn’t soar the skies,

As they couldn’t reach the nigh,

The stale flowers were once beautiful,

The stale flowers were once flowers of which were all good,

But now they are being absorbed in the nature,

Rather than being trodden upon,

The stale flowers were once yellow,

Now that yellow is all gone,

It’s like they were never born,

Never been good,

Never have seen the day,

The flowers which were once yellow in colour

Are now nothing but stale.

Staleness is good, it doesn’t upset you.

Now what upsets is when nothing comes out of good.

Good remains good, state remains stale.

The flowers are naturally a part of the nature,

Whether they be stale or good,

It’s simply time and man’s play.

Adios!

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What Am I?

All Is Mine,

I have conquered the world,

There is nothing left to be seen,

Nothing is left to be eaten,

I am both complete and incomplete,

I am that which we all fear,

I am that whom we all carry,

I am that which often leads a man astray,

For I am that which cannot comprehend love.

What am I, that all is mine and can be mine?

Think and let me know.

Before you even let me know, I would be aware of it.

So, keep on thinking kidos……………………..

Adios!