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BEAUTIFUL |
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What language
would suffice,
Words must give life; to a thought, a comprehension,
To the truth within, I see,
In Arabic, the flavour losses essence,
In eternal mumbo jumbo
Though through the Bottle,
Yet most sober,
My slurred Irish friend, would be of little help,
Turning to the Archives,
Mona Lisa cannot compare in kind,
Or Tyra Banks, the 21st Century model,
Even Mortzart’s finest blend in this case,
Makes a rather discordant plea,
Yet as this truth mocks my sights,
My pulse hastens still ---
In a search apparently futile,
And my bossom thuds,
Without words; expressions, nor actions
Yet so much life; --in me
A truth you cannot feel ---
From that distance |
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PROMISE |
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Cast a
glance; my way for me to see,
Break a smile for me; and shy away my shiver,
Flow the style in you; and turn admiration - mine your captive,
Come into my house; and make it your home,
Give me your hand; I’ll take you to heaven
Unload your sorrows; watch them drown,
Share your bliss; and light my deep,
Tell me your dreams; they might come alive,
Unveil your secrets; and I shall reveal my heart,
Fill my soul with joy; and set me free.
Give a little love; and you’ll thirst for more
Discard your fears; I’ll never let you down
Let your heart go; sound your rhythm,
They’ll beat as one; yours and mine
Till the end of time. |
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The Glorious Exit |
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Lackadaisically, he emerged, from the blues,
To assert his presence.
He sprang surprises in All quarters.
Heart-rendering hullabaloo was heard from the maiden crowd.
He calmed down for the business, Of his calling.
Papers refined reeled out like the milk from the breast of an unruffled Virgin.
The end product was a perfect secretariat rendition.
So valuable was he; though unsaid,
At last, there came.
The exit; though unannounced.
But realistic,
Tears rolled down the cheeks.
But the GLORIOUS EXIT has been heralded by an authority note.
For he has come not to stay
But, to go gloriously unhurt; but celebrated. |
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