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Not That I Am


Not that I  withdraw

it is the most I do not want

being one of a puzzled draw

I keep myself away from the haunt.

 

Not that I wish not to see the one

it is the most I do in a shun

being one of a dislike of the one

I keep myself from the turn.

 

Not that I detest seeing the one in deal

it is the most  I wish not set my eyes

being one of a nauseating feel

I keep myself from the ties .

 

Not that I run away from the one  in all

it is the most I call it enough is enough

being one of a horrendous experience in call

I keep myself from the one being a   detestable buff.

 

Not that I cannot eliminate him in full

it is the most I would like to do

being one of a treason  in the pull

I keep myself from  indulging  in doing so.

 

 

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The Moon ,The Stars And The Sky.


moon and the starsI stare at the moon

I gaze at the stars

I look at the sky

the one so pure and white

the other so small and bright

another so calm and wide

all the three hold me for long

as I sart to sing a song

from nowhere I hear the ding -dong

I am back into the real world

I could hear the chatter of words

could resemble a fight with sword

as you know words are incisive

could turn to be defensive

sharper  than the daggers as all

extract not blood from the fall

demoralize the intent in short

distract more or less the thoughts

a not so good omen to witness

a diabolical  mode to harness.