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Sasevardhni Sep 2017
I went out at the day
I saw a green lake
On nearing it
Finally on stepping on it
I came to know its fake.

I saw a grey cake
On nearing it
Finally on touching it
I came to know its a cloudy grey smoke.

I saw a rose bed
On admiring it
Went near to it
Finally on sensing it
I came to know its a place where phenolphthalein fed.

At night I reached home
I was given a cup of 'Bru'
Thought it wasn't true
and threw.

It fell on my feet
Finally on feeling the heat
I came to know
Things which I thought was true wasn't true
But...,
This cup of Bru is really true!

Dated: 23.10.2009
Sasevardhni Sep 2017
Water, water, water.
What is all about water?
A day without you
Is really a painful matter.
You are found everywhere
Pure, impure, dust dare
Many never hesitate to share
But be aware
One day you may really be rare.
Sasevardhni Sep 2017
Hey you are my,
Dear dear brother.
For whom I do a little bother.
I do have something
Something to recite further.

I suppose, I know you are amiable
Ah,
Staunch enough when you quibble.

You are,
Strong enough with your concept
Never withdrawing,
Even when offered a receipt.

I thought you are entirely polite
But nevertheless, you are
Of course possessing charm of your's is elite
And that is my delight.

You, a good advertiser
But a better reasoner
And the best advisor.

Dear, dear brother
I know not your second face
But do aware a hand full of few
So as you say

I take little strains to view you.

Signals are never red forever
Just waiting for a chance I dare
So take little strain
to count my absence hereafter
As memories are within for sure
My concepts are a little rare
But do please bare.

The real quest is
not the bliss of mine
But of all.

Dear dear brother
My recitation can never
be completed for sure.


Dated: 20.8.2013
Sasevardhni Sep 2017
Smile as Her Veil

She does simply smile
A smile that lets one walk for a mile
She does simply smile
A smile that is so cute and fine
Her smile looks so real
That makes a person to accept her deal
The ends of her lips stretch to its length
That does deliver her strength
Her lips marks her presence
While,
None knows the hidden essence
Her,
Her eyes contained strains
Her heart accumulated with worries
Her brain filled with stress
Is nevertheless revealed in her smile.

Her smile is her friendly veil
Which supports her routine sail
Thus,
Sailing with a smile facing tides.
As,
Behind her smile the melancholy hides
Like a curtain
Just waving with folds and shrinks
Wonder what melancholy her smile withholds
For, her real smile to uphold.


   - Sasevardhni.

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