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Clock

Clock of time thy hands go faster
Faster than the Moon and sun
Dreams and hopes with thee they linger
O thou lonesome forlorn singer
Hearts of people full of sorrow
With the funerals of the shadows
In the circle of Thy tick tick
Midst of sorrow midst of fun
Wait and linger walk and stagger

Till to  graves all of them run

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Rain

I hail rain 
In wintery nights 
When it showers 

And scented puffs of damp
 Cool breeze
from my orchard 
Strikes against my 
Cheeks

While I stand  in 
Corridor
Where 
Phantoms of the yester_ years
Awaits
All bathed in sleet

While autumnal leaves ships
Float 
And fall in yard 
And compose music 
On
Wind pipes
Telling ancient stories 
While earthen lamps flicker in casements
Thousands of hazy shadows
Of hopes and dreams 
 come muffled and
Enshrouded

I hail them all 
With leaden eyed

While in yard 
Clouds still shed tears
Lady of night stands  still 
drenched in tears 
Of clouds
And 
Puffs knocks the wooden doors 
Mysteriously
Moon will be somewhere
Behind the clouds
I think
That 
He must be mesmerized
By my earthen lamps
Flickering
In such a rainy night 
And thousands of
candles 
Flicker and shine
In
Wonder-struck 
Eyes
While soul hears
In ecstasy 
The soothing melodies

Of Gushing rain

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My Sweet Grandma

To my Sweet  Grandma

Thy love, thy sacred smiling face
I cant forget till final breath 
Thy beauteous eyes, thy charming smile 
Thou are goddess of vale of Death

I often see thee in the dreams
Thinking of all the days bygone
O ! Come from mystery world of Death
O! Tell me thou some mystic yarn

I saw you praying on the graves
I saw your anguish and distress 
Oh may that I could wane thy pain 
Oh may that I thy sorrows guess

Thou go on top to feed the birds 
But I know what infact thou wished
Thou waited for thy dear dear son
Thy wistful eyes from top him kissed

Where are you lost my gracious Mom 
I harken thee may that thou hear
Thy son loveth thee from core of heart
He pine for thee all time I swear
His wistful eyes his aching heart
His silent cries , can all you hear?

These customs rules of vale of Death
Thou break for once my gracious God
Oh permit us to meet them once
We prithee thou our Bounteous Lord
Harken my Lord thy supplicants
Are moaning give them thou reward

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Fair In Meads

The honeydew on lashes freeze
And freeze with awe the sinking heart
Oh misty scenes by window's pane
Thy sight my gloomy soul has fraught

Oh that I fly as angels do
Oh that I may in thy heart dwell
With gloom my wild wild eyes are filled
My aching lids with grief they swell

The meads the fields all gazed at me
From banyan tree the shadow drops
Come on come on from yonder huts 
And harvest from these fields thy crops

By shrine I see the swinging swings
The beating drums the sweet meat shops

Oh sweltering beams of summer sun 
Go play with clouds thou hide and seek
While crowds with sacred mirth and Glee
Are coming down across the peak

Some children play and eat and run
Some dancing with the drumming beat
Near shady groves by running brook
Why gleaners glean in blazing heat? 
What doom is hanging on their heads? 
Which grief hath prest their saddened heart?
Share not they joys of Fair in Meads
Which whirl of life they all are caught? 
Oh may that I their sorrows know! 
Oh that for them glee I can brought ! 

Ten thousand blooms from Cacusus mount
Ten thousand blooms from
Netherlands
Ten thousand blooms from heavens height
Ten thousand blooms from fairy-lands
Ten thousand stars from far off sky 
Ten thousand lamps from shimmering sands
Thousands of castles midst of world 
Will build for them by magic hands 
Where daisies bloom from earth to sky 
Where seraphs play the music bands

My dreamy rainbow soon but fades
In wonder mine eyes vain I blink
The sailing boats of hope  do sail 
Then in the deeps of grief they sink

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Niagara Falls

I often think to write on thee
In holy eves oh waterfalls! 
Thou captivate all heart that beat
Thy magic everyone enthralled
 All pouring clouds by thee that pass
Thy very sight them all appalled

Who thee from heavens on Earth called?
Who made thy beauteous shiny braids?
More whitish than the snowy flakes
Are these the hair of ancient maids? 

Who brought up thee in olden days? 
Some watery brook or watery lake! 
Deep oceans look at thee in awe
All rivers bring thou in thy wake 

All fairies fly at thy great heights
And angels sing for thee there songs
Thy music beauteous than the winds
For thee the heart of cuckoo longs

Thousands of years I thought in awe! 
Then at the end this I surmised 

Some mighty angel brought thee there
From far off , far off paradise

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Ode To Heart

O hazy shadows who are you? 
In misty mask in misty guise
Deep sorrow shut my wild wild eyes
I wish thee I can recognize
Why thou stood with hands on heart? 
As if from me apologize
I faint ,I fail,
Why does thou wail? 
With world I will now compromise
My heart! In heart of hearts I wished
Thou worldly people could surmise
O heart ! O soul
On thorns thou roll
The life in world was bed of coal

Which shadows come from yonder sky ? 
They stood in rows and rows by me
They sob and weep, they wail and cry
O may that for once I could stand! 
O may that I say them goodbye ! 
I can see angels wings on me
I see in Glee how all they fly 
I faint ! I fail ! 
O scented gale! 
With thee the bleeding wounds may dry
Thou go thou fly my heart to sky
Go , breath of nature thou enjoy

This earth was not that we wish for
We both in Eden garden dwell
These tears , these wounds these thorny ways
This earth is Adam's progeny hell
O come ! We will go hand in hand
By cloud that float in far off Dell
I faint , I fail .! 
Thy sight me ail
The torch of moon was on my scars
People think them gems on sale
O angelish sheen !come out of bars
O leave thou earthly body's jail
I faint, I fail
Why does thou wail
I vow that lord with angels all
In Eden garden thee will hail

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My Homeland

The flocks of birds, the herds of sheep
The rivulets,  pastures all there Weep
The boats of hope sank downy deep
My country folk nor wake or sleep
All mourning, all mourning

That promised morning never came
The heads all hanging there in shame
Each person caught in whirl of blame
Clouds from heavens gaze in shame
It's scorning, all scorning! 

On golden beaches children play
In meads the scented wind spray
In mosques and Temples people all
With sunken hearts each moment pray
All mourning, all mourning

In fairy meadows greenish green
On hills all mourning where spleen
All starry eves, my charming scene
On earth no eye hath ever seen
All warning, all warning 

My withering blooms my yellowish leaves
Which wintery wind them all beguiled
I feel regret my ancient folks
For all who for us sacrificed
All honouring, all honouring 

For them who died for Thee my land
In anguish for them we will stand
All grassy greens all golden sand
Surpass they heavens fairy land
It's morning it's morning 

Dreams of Freedom which Thou see
Oh legend poet for thy country
Now come and look at thy all land
In wonder think thou what would be
All mourning all mourning

Lit candles for who sacrificed
Those brutality killed those crucified
Their woe and grief all multiplied 
My saviours all of us beguiled
Words charming ,all charming 

My leaders all my people all
Looks heavens high as if enthrall
They Lord of earth and heaven call
All mourning, all mourning!

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Dream

Can show me thou, that haunted vale!? 
My dreamy rainbow where withdrew
Where midst of caverns numberless:
The beauty mourns and so does thou! 
While Truth was roving all alone 
In hoary grass in hoary snow 

In forlorn meadow thus I saw
The clouds, the mist and loneliness
I saw the corpses wrapped in shrouds 
The palish face The souls distress
Oh come out from my dreamy eyes
Ye dreary phantoms numberless

Ye memories of my bygone days 
Not woke me from this beauty sleep
Let carry me the shades of mirth
In Downy ocean s fathom deep

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Soul of Love, Soul of Peace

Soul of love and soul of peace
Somewhere on heavens interwine
With grief, on earth their lips were freeze
In heart of sky they breathe and shine
They gaze on thy scars? They may be!
They smile but not for thee and me

On Earth love falls on thorns and bleeds
And dove of Peace in blood doth float
O mournful eyes which icy weeds? 
Which tears of blood are in thy boat?
O souls of love and peace for Thine ! 
I vow to give these breathes of mine

My mortal friends wherest thou go? 
Thou needles of the clock of life? 
O harken! Harken ! Come and row
My sinking sinking Arc of life! 

In thousand rhymes in thousand ways
I called and called these souls of thine
O come from yonder sky with fays! 
My heart will breath with breathes of Thine

Love sang on harp, on palm peace perched
The tunes of both there intertwined
In awe and magic I them searched
All anthems float on gusts of wind

On heavens urn, love  painted hue
In morning  they will come with dew
This mortal world is made for us
But not for it are me and you

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Ode To Keats

Oh, standing by thy greenish grave ! 
I ponder for thousands of times
I write and write and then tear out 
Hundreds of notes hundreds of rhymes

Thousands of nightingales I heard
But for thy nightingale I pine
No Ruth haunted my cotton fields 
No casement in castles forlorn 

My wistful  eyes gazed  thy love
They found thy Fanny insincere 

Oh !why thou pine for such a maid?
Is love to such a maiden fair?

In country's desolate streets 
No angel no person will come 
Thy Beauty, Truth and  Autumn all
To my hamlet I welcome 

Why does  thou ask to write thy name?
On watery flowing waves of lake? 
I'll write down thy name with stars 
On lofty sky for thine own sake
More beauteous than the evening hues 
More beauteous than the stars that shine
More beauteous than the Beauty' s soul
For which Herself the Beauty pines
Who is that lady by thy side?
The goddess Moon or Fanny Brawn?

Oh come with me in vale of glee
Thy country's lanes are desolate 
No one will come to talk to thee
Thou liveth in chamber isolate
Oh come and write an Ode for me 
In my veins thy love circulate



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