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Painting my soul in inks; that clumps my sincerity 
Heart home my hands; to ache the nature's artistry 
Hope is not dying forever; the fades of time
Hero of the grace; death note the books its permanent form

Publisher clearing up fame; rest on the words rope's lead
It won't tarry for blue; disgusting to force it for plead 
Bewilderment of ideas in your illusions; book the one you think beneath predicts 
Booing the chase of endeavours; cease not focus to your convenience forfeits 

For title not we write, right is that to heal
Treasure not means to live; in it I found my meal
Aiding others to see, to rid off drowning in life's sea 

Plight my heart tie; unties minds dismissal 
For liberalization I hand sketch; a wonderful missal 
That front attainment; one in grace be man so ambrosial

Lighting the universe; with one ancient cord
The power of unrelentingness; a tool of little mix in words
Regarding sense of bearing; for individual rewording 

It is of my freewill; forever to cease not still
Truly, I borrowed my heart to earth; I surrendered it to poetry drill
Forging ahead the diagram; the world shall return to work its will 

Happy world international poetry day
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