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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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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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Castle In Eternal Woods

One Dewy morn in month of May
When meads and green were half asleep 
The breeze was filled with blooms and hay
And by the lake were herds of sheep
In tinkling bells, in tinkling bells
O life ! O soul! I cannot tell! 
The clouds they smiled in  Glee or weep
Which phantoms of the yester years
Came out of dark of darkish deep 

I ventured in the echoing green
And saw such scene, thou never seen
O hark, O hear !
The sky was clear, 
And on the earth
The sun hath smiled
The dewy blooms, in orchard room
With scented breath the clouds beguiled
They came in flocks on flocks in mead
They float like fleet in meadow wide
They faint in dale or Hamlet near
It was the eve of yester_year

The maidens sang as cut they crop
I wondered now stray or stop
They called me from the hamlet's meads
But none of them asked me to stop
They chased and chased for several miles
Then by the Grove of vine they stopth
Their calls all faint and fail and died
On misty scene then curtains dropth

O life! O dale, My breath inhale
I have to go, there can't I dwell
Untrodden ways all harken me
I am listening  their silent bell
Thousands of miles I left behind
I crossed the sand the earth  the well

In whitish mist I saw a hut 
And by it snow white horse  I saw
It came and kneel down on the grass
I rode on it in fear and awe
It ran as fast as it could ran
I was enthralled by nature plan

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Healing Autumn

O thou , the sacred hymns of leaves! 
Who play their  silent tunes on earth°
Those deepest wounds that time can't heal
They may be healed by thy grey breathe
O Thou the charmer! I Thee saith  
Thou second name of vale of death 

The boats of leaves in lakes that float
They singth in autumn winds with glee
O lady Fall in Thy wood boat! 
The hues of dawn and dusk board free

Peasants in their fields are working
In Thy richly harvest season
Birds in shades and scents are lurking
Coldish nip of thine is reason 

Cuckoo sings in blooms of poppies
Magic magic in his lyres
O Thou mighty Autumn season
Singing birds are Thy live wires

Leafless trees as guard of Eden
Standing by the townlet channel
Lakes with reddish sedge are laden
See in awe them, ocean fanal
Leaves are red as beacons fire
All they fly on marsh and mire

Autumn sweet, Thy breath enkindle! 
Lamps of shrines and scent between them
Planes of sky on earth they dwindle
In the fleets of leaves, Thou see them
Kiss they earth and fell they  wailing
Then they  fail as I'm failing! 

In the yards and green they flying
Kiss They clouds and fell then dying

Woodland lass by hut is sobbing
While my Ruth is picking cotton
Shadows all come veiled and leaden
With Thy puffs and gusts O Autumn! 

Sheaves of grain with eyes laden
On the golden grass they lying
Robins singing, birds are chirping
Winds in Heath and green are whistling
In The temp of nature goddess
Sat and heave all kneeling Autumn

Autumn queen with wind Thou singth
Yarns of olden days on lyre? 
In the world such hues thou bringth
Which set hearts of all on fire
Autumn queen in breathe of thine
Blooms are withering bird are whistling
Soul of earth mingling with Mine
Walks on ways as I'm walking

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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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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