I see a lily
dancing in the wind
looks so pretty
dazzling white it is
twinkling in the morning dew
the stalk green and thin
seem to bear her with a grin
it is a pride to hold
and a fancy to behold
such be the marvellous beauty
escapes the eyes on duty.
Day: January 7, 2015
An Indian by birth
always full of mirth
loves languages the best
now mostly at rest
likes to go on an adventure
not one of a physical venture
but that of a mental proposition
very kind in disposition
likes not to waste much
being brought up as such
a closeted person very reserved
her memories are preserved
lives a life very different and secluded
wishes to be out in a way excluded
she lives thus in her own world
that be nothing other than words.
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Appetites Grow.
It is an appetite
ravenous in spite
not only of food
that of anything good
be it a monetary profit
not one of deficit
be it a landed property
not anything derogatory
the thought to hold more
goes with a focus in core
that be of a great desire
at times, looks like an ire
the appetite never satiates
as it grows with appreciates.
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