Very sentimental poetry.... 
I recall my mom’s last eyes.... 
no tears....
Smiles as she passed by
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            It is cold, very cold 
freezing temperatures
a mild drizzle 
yet unmindful
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            And this is what we call cyclic
all changes 
hands face and smile
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            ''to run my fingers
along the contours
of your body just
to ignite the love....''MAN
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            Someone somewhere 
awaits for me
behind the pillar of time
stands someone
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            Youth is that fountain....which must one day dry 
no matter how much one may try 
youth does die 
but in form of aging skin and balding hair
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            Thou shall be more amazed 
as you read me more again 
I am that light 
that candle which
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            Last night 
I was feeling cold, 
nearly dead
they said wake up
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            (A POEM OF 2011) 
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