Mrudula Rani

If you were to compete for fun,
Contra the moon and the sun,
With your magnificent grin,
You would definitely win.
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For letting train of thought to evanesce,
by an inapt distraction of nullity.
Strain to entrain link anew to coalesce....
For lettingtrain of thought to evanesce,
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My God has not one but sobriquets a million,
answers to all and every one of the appellation.
My God hests no proof of liveries of my troth,
for my liturgy cantillates all its strength.
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A penny saved is solely a penny
Altho it's shiny and tiny ~ ask any,
If kept many to a rainy day, handy
for a parasol or for pot of honey.
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Those days...oft vista of your world rendered the difference,
Those days... unbridled was our confidence,
Those days...sculpted us despite our permission,
Those days... yet bedded in us splendid passion,
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Ne'er can omit
the first passion,
As angel's kiss
Etches vision.
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Learnt fortitude that ousts surfeit of diffidence,
Dived in retrieved flair that dwelt in me,
Located omitted dream that untied drive in an instance,
Above all I acquired troth in me had forgotten aimlessly,
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Nexus of ruth to zenith of paradise stroll prayers
The suzerain of universe perceives passel of prayers.

On the sacred berm to the heed of the divine
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I adjudge myself poet, if I can have you gather,
fragrant efflorescence' supple and silken texture,
Dawn's coruscating rays unfurl like fabric so fine,
awakens dormant kernel to upsize tall and green.
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Nowise Will I ensky any to attain heaven,
nor be inhold of cenotaph of passion.
On no account aim to subsume all I intent,
Such onuses me seldom; I am complacent.
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You fit anywise auspiciously in my heart,
I can't impart anymore you and I apart.
Sense you withal solely even when distant.
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Untold intellections of mine
as whispers in the wind skid,
ram into oblivion,
with hying meteorite's splendor and speed.
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On silky ravel of lyric: dulcet strain,
aweigh as feather set sails on zephyr.
I venture off on a melodic refrain.
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I fell in love with Spain
While in stoical cordon sanitaire.
Baked no sourdough bread to sustain.
No cheesecakes to dot hours of leisure.
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Don't wrench flowers to incur,
Uproot no lavish verdure.

Disturb not laboring ants,
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To wrest a torrent awaited gray clouds,
Over slatey, somber clay grounds.
Initial drops of rain blotted to circles of mire.
For unquestionable thirst of life is mo fire.
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Your apotheosis of orb of night,
hast me in anxious anticipation.
For the recur of astral satellite.
Reckful of its lustrous amplification,
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Aves' dithyrambs
Welcome the sol''s reoccur,
to grace anew dawn's kindles.
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