Jananie Balaji Biography

The gates are closed
But the path is wide
The bird is caged
Yet ropes untied
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The 7 o'clock morning mob was
On its usual hurried stride.
Suit, shoes, and ties done smart,
Bustled in the pavement wide!
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Last year began with mighty cheer
Sparking an ocean of dreams and ploys
Lil was foreseen of tolerant Mother Nature's
Reprimanding, invisible, lethal envoys!
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The lovers' allure, the poets' jewel, the night's King is trite.
The glowing Moon does wane too soon, disappearing with the night.
For the mighty Sun shall seize the day, blithe, warm, and bright.
But with time, from red to tangerine, to amber in twilight,
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Would it be a sin not to fall in love
And still love gazing at the Moon all night
Would it be a sin to call it quits bravely
If it somehow just doesn't feel right
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