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"leena" poems
And then Gods turned the page, the icebergs transformed into oceans; Tristan oceans into barren land, the land into fire & smoke and mankind metamorphosed into nothingness ! Leena.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Annihilation Day.
As I sit alone and ponder over; a window sill, a busy street, a coffee mug, a ringing phone, a blowing wind, a blooming bud, you almost step in; like you stepped into my heart; tiptoed into my life and then, we both , into each others lives. At home, the mirrors are, perhaps, dizzy with your presence. The television , panting – on running a marathon. And perhaps; the same flower intoxicates us, with its fragrance, on the very evening, when we felt the wind on our faces. Leena.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
YOU
Kan Souhldunsa you are no match for five dark Jedi?! Automatic defenses can keep them off a good while... Lets find the athletic one, Luke, as I. Luke Skywalker, I call you back from the darkness. "Poison is nothing to the force I am between all that exists" Me, rauuaghw! I Baetdu Soma, last of the Jedi of Sunryder I call you back! Yes! Fighter, leader of the Jedi, Oh it's thee we lack! You...? You...saved me?! The darksiders, Leena, here soon shall be! We better move fast, they're getting closer, ... everyone down, they're here! Too late! For the smuggler ship we did boast to own, now approaches faster than Sith fear! Shot down abated more to the side of light as before it begins over was the fight....and flight. There's no time to rest. We have to establish a new rebel base. The titles of which in the past allows, life -to flow, a face- you've known. Though we wonder about hope for the divine light for all states of life, we hold together, intrinsic and with sight, our ambitions during this strife. So Kan, Soma, and Skywalker escaped that deathly fate, each knowing... the plan, did have a origin, yet a vie to conquer.
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
Jedi Poem
Malini, your skin is beautiful Like summer skies beneath clouds, Do not scrub your skin You are my kin, Make your mother proud. Leena, sing Vande Mataram in a pub in Illinois, Be bold when men take you for granted, You are your mother's soul And someone I always wanted And say, who your father, Your mother and your blood, Say father is a role Not decided by the gender Father is a shelter, Father is home. Father is a man of your achievements Father is the man of the house, Say my mother is my father, She's a lion, not a mouse.
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Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 12:30 PM UTC
Letters to my future daughter