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Lord Rama had lost his bow
In a gloomy rain, on-the-go.
Happy Spring found it
Holy Spring named it
'Happy Holi Rainbow'
* Celebrating 'Holi' , the festival of colors after some gloomy rainy days. By the way, 'rainbow' is 'ramdhonu' (Lord Rama's bow) in Bangla.
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Lady cat kicks off fishless day in the face
Miserable Mr. Cat approaches to the roof cornice
Will rest in peace
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poetry playing wild
an enchanting poem
of clinking words
of twinkling images
fiery ideas
cool dreams
fascinates awe
Enlightens
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a poem of own
flesh and blood spoilt
of beaten paths
replaced hearts
of deeds
deeds undone
feeds nourishment
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Contest Name = Someone, or Something, Replaceable.
By Julia Ward
This title is inspired from her "There IS Another Jackson" (3/7/2017).
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Let the junky day pass
Much fret and tremor
The sound and fury
Shall die down
We shall return
In our sleepy self
Sleep
Deep sleep
And yet in deeper delve
We shall wake in time farthest
Our far ancestral fathers
and mothers
Are out on hunting
And we the eternal brothers
Hand in hand
Shall play
Shall paint the caves in mirth
When Our fathers and mothers
And the all
Are Gone to prey
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It happens every time.
Whenever i loose
That one camouflaged heart
I get lost.
And every time i find a pretty face
Washed afresh in the rain.
Obviously, i pay no attention
And see how many colors
Can a pretty face make.
The sky smiles
The surroundings brighten
And voila, becomes m(a)y day again.
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His busy days and nights
His sweat, his sunburned skin
Empty stomach
was in rebellion.
His sorrowful mind
His sordid heart
His god from some deep delve hidden
Was in soothe.
But she was utter impassive
Never spoke a word
Never thanked him
Or cried.
Silently she stood by
Listened to his gasps
And at the end stared at him.
That's how a day was made.
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"Rest in peace"
They delivered there morse
In lose shoulders
in dropping face
In gloomy eyes.
So his body rested
Under the warm earth
To be broken into pieces
To that primitive ocean
Of hydrogen carbon oxygen.
But the soul was freed
In its jolly unrest
Sped through light
Twitched ones ear
Or plucked others hair
Gone was the somber
Gone the heavy air.
and everyone ate and drank heartily
and the soul lived happily ever after
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No distinct morning
Nor a deeper sky
Or a high alter
Was needed.
A fatigued sun
A gloomier moon
Or a more pale wind
Could make ways
Could carry us on
Or linger awhile
Or think
Should we sink ?
Should we float ?
In each others oblivion ?
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