Ajit Saigal Poems

Algebra, Geometry, Trignometry...
are all the Children of Mathematics.

Number system, Arithmetic, Probalilities...
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The Beauty of Love!
The Colors of Hope!
The Fragrance of Life!
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From among the Darkness of Sorrow
and the Depths of No Return...

Surprisingly emerges a Bubble of Hope and Happiness
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To my Phantom of Delight...

I want to hold my head up high
I want to fly till I touch the sky
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With promises of the rising sun galore
Down the oceans deep & dark she diffused;
Churned by the finest unheard-of melodies
Contrived the tunes so soft and lyrics so sweet
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Beneath Autumn's amber canopy, crimson leaves descend,
Breeze hums soft, winds rustle, golden branches fend.
Fields wear coats of copper, the skies a mellow blue,
Earth rests ever peaceful, wrapped in dreamy prismatic view.
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Come year 1969,
and a Giant leap to the Moon said it all.
The Paradox goes on and on...
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