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The birth of a Poet
"This Romeo is bleeding,
but you don't see his blood",
My heart has come barren
It has not rained spring for long,
Thirsty for a loving embrace
Taste I can only a strand
Of its shadow in my dreams,
Separated I have been
For long with my love.
My glass has gone empty,
I beg you, fill it with more;
Each drop of the nectar
Brightens up my eyes amorous,
Adding to my desire for her,
Beckoning me for more.
Lost in my dreams of her
To my heart's content do I drink
To breathe in vibrancy and intensity
Into a newly born poet's heart,
Who in his ruin and solitude unseen
With eyes bloodshot red
And in tears
Outpours reams of compositions poetic
On the love tender, yet tormented,
He has for her in his heart.
This Romeo is bleeding, but you don't see his blood - Bon Jovi - Always
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Pramod Rastogi
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