Sivakarthick Lit Poems

What feel I so, alas, If no machine is.

Such a romantic job not life is.
What is a friend? The solo soul lodging in two bodies,
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It is a bolt from the blue.
Apprise the bee not to accumulate honey.
Enunciate the sun to procure leave.
Let put pen to paper axiom to the air not to puff.
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It certainly not erect any amend in the societal order.
To the one, who is yen for.
Feet may perfectly melt by walking,
Eyeball may agreeably get tired of awakening,
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Have had your chips it is.
Fiasco is an orphan whereas,
Triumph has manifold parents.
Oh! Unassailable NET!
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