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When time was hard

you pulled me through.

Now that death has taken you away

who do I look to?

Gone too far

Gone too soon

You are always missed.
She ,
Comes quite while in morning
And ghosts quiet...
in chaosed evening
Like she lost way her around
-hunting
For a rat while rushing.

She lays her paw over harbour
Looking for her way out,
And disperse her self more quiet
Her eyes glows but light lost
While,
She eats the city with her
White paws.
Inspired by carl sandburg's poem "Fog"
Why should not one not play cards
Upon the the African savannah
And northern Iraq?
Too many Cheetahs.
 Jun 4 Ami Mathur
rick
all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.
Trying to maintain sanity
Struggling to find clarity
Diving into the unknown
To sit beside you on your throne
Finding comfort in the peace you bring
Silencing chaotic sounds within
I fear my mind is not alright
It's filled with impending doom and fright
I want to be the best for you
Yet be the best for myself too
I love the fact that you are mine
And hate that I am borderline
 Apr 28 Ami Mathur
Liana
“Are you okay?”

Sweetheart, I write poetry
And some kindhearted people said I write it well

That can only mean one thing
My mind is an unescapable hell

“Yeah, just tired”
Random thought
Crow tends the cuckoo,
its heart cracked, yet still it heals
shadows nurse the thief.

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