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 Jun 2020 Sourodeep
Perry
Rain on a flower
Rain on me
The sky has a plan
Tomorrow you will see
The sun shine again
In light of today's dream
Sometimes
It’s the quiet, of the calm
That quietly exists
With the rage, of the storm
Non displaces other

Forever
As, the dark of the night
Never replaces
The bright shining sun
Eternally, they live
He never sings in stadiums
There are no curtain calls
He follows his musical heartstrings
That leads him to village halls.
Singing songs for a living
And he'll tell you he wrote a few
His love it is for music
And he is out there singing for you.
He travels around the country
Performing one night stands
He never makes much money
And he hasn't got a band.
He was never there with the big names
They just gave him a little slot
Then he doesn't  care for all that fame
He is happy for all that he has got.
Now he's been around for fifty years
And still doing his same kind of thing
His fans they are still out there
So he thanks them for everything.
Music is not all about fame.
 May 2020 Sourodeep
nivek
twisted into thicker and thicker rope
stranger upon strange
obscure metamorphosis
a poet can live and die with their words.
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