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A cold heart of a pathless star, a traveller wish not to backward move, Palsied mind halted ever and ever to unbreed a stretching dote, a deathless march to sooth

Smile of innocent heart doth hold colours Of far away land, easy and smooth

I loved thee and lost thee for unuttered utterance of ineffable lore, for thy reform. Moving on dreamless pain without work, without warm and dry regards to bygone Passion, a little room for thee

Voice is lost in sad delight of self pain dream, A deep chasm that cleaves age-old question for liberal charm, On the centre core of time's breast a tiny cup of Fleeting gleam.

Walking straight with blank screen will i go, And write my name tears flushed, the unsown field to sow. .........

Song of heart.....music of being

Fine poiece of poetry....///////