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Senthamizh Kumaran Poem
When love knocks on your door,
Pretend you didn't hear,
Coz if it's meant to stay,
The knocks don't fade away,
And when the knocks are insistent,
Only then the love is persistent.
Oh, there are different kinds of knocks,
The ding-dong and disappear,
Like an old flame's premiere,
The rap-tap or a gentle ting
Of a right person-wrong time kind of fling,
The rut-tut-tut sounds of a wholesome one,
The unexpected, butterfly-in-your-stomachs kinda one,
Oh, there are different types of knocks,
Choose them wisely, you wily fox.
Copyright © Senthamizh Kumaran | Year Posted 2020
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Senthamizh Kumaran Poem
If night were a person,
She would break all the stereotypes,
From being known as dark and gloomy,
From inducing fear and discomfort,
To a void of opportunities.
If night were a person,
She would narrate all the opportunities she creates,
From letting the stars to shine their glory,
From providing the moon a dais to show off her beauty,
To the never ending inspiration for poets and artists.
Night is not a competition to Day,
Never has been
For she is a thousand leagues above him.
Copyright © Senthamizh Kumaran | Year Posted 2020
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