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An object is not evil you know?
The root of all evils is money
He
She
Many
Say
Aha! Who can live without it?
You?
He?
She?
No.
No one can. Evil, it's in your mind
Not in that lifeless object Money
Trying my hand at it, creating Alphabet with my words. Here it is E. Let me see if I can do with  rest of the letters :-)
My silence (is) patience
Your silence (is) hell
Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left

That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry

That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her
Sylvia Plath
She is as beautiful as sin
Many have tried to win
Her hand by impressing her kin

Up comes a young man
Driving along in a van
Bringing up with him a large whiskey can

She is as beautiful as sin
With a dimple on her chin
Stood up there with a pin

Moon pales by her side
The gales go away from her wide
And from her, mothers have their children hide

She is as beautiful as sin
Hides herself in a tin
Runs away from her home drinking a gin

She tempts me
With her beauty, see
I am now at her knee
More serious verse is due with the opening line, "She is as beautiful as sin." :D
I fill the paper
with the breathings of my heart.
Emotions of Love
Solitary boat
Moves across Godavary
On dark quiet night
Godavary is the second longest river in India
The idea of
solving a mystery seems
almost Holmesian
To Sherlock Holmes, and Robert Downey Jr.
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