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As is protected the birdies are by the mother, From a fuming force of nature, Keeping them under its wings, The feeling of Antonio for Bas..

Who is truly poor? The person with hardly any riches, Or he who is dark inside, And yearns like Macbeth for more. Poverty is ..

Far away we are, From each other, Don’t you miss me once, Even by chance? My Muse you are, With a heart like honey pure..

I have been like Othello making, Mistakes both serious and trifling, After each one I let myself assume, Of rewinding time. Bu..

Your gorgeous smile, Like Buddhist-mantra hypnotises me, Even if the distance is, A mile! There is nothing, Called perfection..

My name is ‘Comma’, In love with ‘Full stop’, Whose fragrant aroma, Ignites my buried hope. I even ca..

Had been gazing for long, The moon, At the sea-water, Listening to the tranquil song. The wind didn’t roar as the harp, Nor..

If brain is the garden, Tension must be the gardener, Tilling the brain every so often, But the brain does react in its own manner. ..

Come to the way of love, the way that’s ‘right’ Don’t listen to those, Who choose the other way, To bicker, t..

At times we decide to do what we should not, Relying on our own conscience, And tilling every single thought, Accepting as true that ..