Retired lecturer in English / Non-resident Indian / UAE
The chill of the winter morning
Brought me thoughts of mourning
And I sat musing and moaning
My brother never lived this morning
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Yesterday is a day away
The anxieties not given away
As I learned to do away
Not this day but every day.
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Come to the lovely down
The golden sands are lien
Amidst lichen hills beset
Barren but sparkling yet.
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The class muses as they gather
The like ones do flock together
They stroll through each verse
Unable to swallow many words
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