Vinod Sharma Biography

I sit wondering in the sun,
Who forged this puzzling one
With infinite poise charm and grace
And many strange and wondrous ways.
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A cigarette is lit,
Up in smoke it goes,
It is lit again.
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Fading blush of the bottle brush
Green gulmohar all aflame
Summer kisses spring. Again.
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To the leaf at him laughing,
Said the broken leaf,
You will too fall that day,
When so desires ‘that' tree.
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Black clouds of corrupt politicians
Seem to have swallowed India's sun,
The skies are a weeping at this turn,
But for them this river of tar is fun.
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