Born in the ides of autumn,
I had a normal cry.
Time had kept me solemn,
And it made me walk past any lie.
Cheers I had in my heart of late,
And the bosom had the smiles.
Never I made a sound of grate,
And found for logics in all my whiles.
Struck by lure of affection,
I was too hit by envy.
All these never gave a deflection,
And never made I a conduct sly.
Lost was I in deeps of emotions,
When my eyes recieved a cry.
Saw I all, joys and depserssions,
But I never stooped and always made another try.
Jot I used to in eccentric times,
The world didn't see my real side;
Those times were the moments of rhymes,
But was one there who cherished my ideas compiled.
Relations I made some full of love,
And some of disappoints.
In any time I tried to be a dove,
And hated any people's banquet joints.
Practised I an ecstatic silence,
My eyes speak more of me.
Less I made moments of trivialence,
To make myself a better see.
~~~~Peace Out~~~~
Today, forget your past;
Today, don't worry about tomorrow.
Today, the life is vast;
Today, forget the joy and sorrow.
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From this corner of life,
After my all accomplished strives;
I lay on my last moments,
Jotting down my mirths and laments.
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The sound of the mist,
From the dark forest.
The sound of the tears,
From a heart free from fears.
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Penning down the fantasy,
From the land with mortals as scarcity,
Every frame having its liberty,
Where no word is struck with sterility.
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Life,
For a mortal is the only strife.
Death,
For a mortal is the only soothing breath.
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