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A tryst with self
Ages ago, God got bored.
He may have wanted some thrill,
And he created what we call human beings today.
Centuries went by and God realised
He'd spoiled his creation with excessive liberty.
And to me it seems that the world we live in today,
May be the most spoilt edition of us.
The biggest gift God could give us-
-While he created the world; was conscience.
And that's...
Sunday 5th December 2021 1:10 pm
My Lady of the Beeches
To wake lit by that lunar light
Toiling from the depth of dreams
Misty minded from the night
So the distant land below the window seems
Illusory
To see beyond the shaded hedge
Hear again the whisper soft
As bedewed we walked, that ghostly pledge
Those lovely echoes of a distant past yet waft
Silently
To sense again her presence there
Knowing how we walked at ease
...Friday 23rd November 2018 2:55 pm
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