by adhip ghosh
From sun-up to sun-down I sought myself. Am I a lover of glory or pelf? Does my heart rain to see tears in an eye? Do I swell to see myself in the sky? Am I conscientious in discharge of duty To all who shape me for all a beauty? Am I true to myself in odds and ills? Relish all that is beautiful in feels? Do I lament for what is lost for e'er? Should I steal myself away from there Where I feel I'm third person singular? What else could I devise to be in par With others who are no match for me sure? There would I find myself in heaps of poor
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A vivid waiting
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- March 11, 2010 10:46 pm
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