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Some-- In Its Entirety
In the ‘some’ of a number, a zero gets lost.
In the idea of ‘some’, values turn frost.
In equating ‘some’ with ‘some’ of the few,
A territory is gained and a battle renewed.
With ‘some’ of the trained, the Devil tenders right.
Married to ‘some’, lovers are at plight.
Though spirits blossom in ‘some’ of the prime,
Yet autism and dyslexia, hardly rhyme.
In the distractions of ‘some’ the future is brewed,
In faith and trust, some frets get glued.
Busted disgust in ailments rise,
Money merry, and death surprise.
‘Some’ of the past is a ruinous ghost.
Battered pain ---a spirited host.
Let go of ‘some’. In vigor applause.
Time will freeze and the ONE will cause--
Merriment and laughter in bounty oft,
Colors and treasure, music aloft---
Will see ‘some’ faces, in lustrous delight,
Morning will see the halo of Light.
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Aparajita Bhattacharjee
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