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DoubtA Poem by premaDoubtDoubt is me when I visit bookshopwhich one to buy --forYou cannot judge a book by its cover. Doubt is not me when I open up a.. |
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ChastityA Poem by premaChastityA seed cracked and sprung out a seedlingIt has to grow without any nurturingNo one cared or lovedWhatever earth and sky offered.. |
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passing timeA Poem by premaPassing time While watching the passing TIMEOnce or twice I did realizeIts refusal to move alongDid it's halt match with my mood ?P.. |
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LonelinessA Poem by premaI was made to live the life of a loner . Kept away from society . The hurt and pain I felt for being lonely is inexpressible . Yet I try to find hap.. |
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Voices from GraveyardA Poem by premaMy Life |
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DisharmonyA Poem by premaWords fail me when I think of writing harmony that is found in Nature because it is too beautiful. So I thought of penning disharmony which we humans .. |
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Yet he was a manA Poem by premaYet he was a manThere was a lady who loved a manVery same man who led two livesThe exterior she took to be trueThe other she had to discover.Da.. |
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A poor soulA Poem by premaA poor soulA child is born, a poor soulBorn out of love, not of foulNot out of wish, but of fateFor to be loved by all, not for hate.With .. |
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ZenA Poem by prema"There were a few menWho had no respect for zenTheir approach to life is very clearThey held the riches too dearNo peace for them then" |
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