The poet wished to cry out loud
And vent the slithering pain
Yet void in his sinking heart
Won't let him flee this blain.

The pen then oozed in torrid red
To scribe 'bout the hovering gloom
Yet mind feared to find the words
Which would write the poet's doom

If the poet broke his promise
No flower would ever bloom
So pen hid the poet's torment
Within a heap of silken plumes.


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The pen rambled across the pad
To write something untrue
Yet mind and heart did seldom see
When the pen hid it's rue.

Mind could think but heart would long, for
Insidious days to part
Yet pen would foster spilling of
Blood from the wounded heart.

Verses written in sparkling red
Couldn't sort the haze around
A poet caught in the vicious fray
Wouldn't want to be homebound.

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Droplets of delight
Trickle down, to bring respite.
The Sunshine's vivid.

Symphonies drizzle
From the musician's guitar.
Long lost melodies!

Oft I see her dance
With a genial smile that shines.
The moon hides in clouds.

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When monsoon pearls roll down
From Heavens to dry earth,
They'd drench me to the core.

When moonlight leads to You
And you become the moon
I'd need you evermore.

When stars glitter for You
Your smile widens so bright
In bliss I'd pour my heart.

In every breath I take
Sweet scent is what I sense
Your memories bring rain.

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Sweet scent of earth
Quenched in the rain
Incites the poet's
Wondrous wings.

He flies across
The growling clouds
Holds thunder in
His joyous pen.

Then brings respite
From skies above
And a glimpse of
His monsoon muse.

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She

whispers

rhapsodies

into my ears

draped in love and care.

The idyllic lyrics

and the mystique of her voice

soak my soul in a pint of trance

when she blossoms like a lily in

my arms, to fortify my heart with love.




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The moon

Shines at night whilst

We saunter by dream lanes

To see cupids fly under the

Crescent



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