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Shruti Amar Poem
The men drowned in darkness
are blind. Even in the light of
corporeal fire, they cannot find
the true happiness of life.
Happiness is innocent
like the gentle wind of spring.
It is fragarant. It spreads
like the aroma of sandals.
Go and fetch for happiness
you will find it somewhere
hidden beneath your own soul.
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one fine morning
I arouse and found
myself in a new world
of love and art.
A world were there was
smile on every face.
a life sound and satisfied.
I thanked God for his benediction
and wandered on its flat surface
with, joy and freedom.
Here there was no crime
and no punishment
but an honest love
for every human.
Here lived Men and women
together without any
lust or any scare.And there
was in its every corner
spark of Life and flux of glee.
But alas! my sleep
was broken and once
again I found myself
in the world of mystery.
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O! My wonder world
thanks thee for thy life
thanks thee for thy beauty
for thy companion and
thy compassion, but
let me escape.
I neither want thy pain
nor thy pleasure
please let me move
into the world
where lies my soul.
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Freind and foe
are made to grow
in the dark waters of destiny.
But men of wisdom
betrays venegeance and
seeks to maintain harmony.
Love is life and life is love.
Adore it and you'll be free.
And w'll float freely
like a feather of wing
in the wind of time.
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whenever night falls
Every man and creature
move in their abode.
But my self dwell in the darkness
of night; to reveal the
mysteries of my soul.
What does it want,
whether it wants to
wander in this dazzling
world and have sensual
pleasure or it wants
to sit in solace, beneath
an old peeple Tree.
Restless my self wanders
to have perception of that
ultimate light that governs
this world; it will certainly
disclose the hidden
incloses of My Soul.
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