Listen..

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Listen my mate, listen
what the passing wind says,
what the setting Sun says,

It says good bye,
It says farewell,
but with a promise of return.

listen what the thunder says;
He says he will bring the rain.

I do seek a promise,
a very similar promise.
I pray,
time won’t dissolve,
the sweetness you poured in my life.

Promise me,
you won’t leave me on the seashore of endless ocean.
you won’t mute me,
while I talk.
you won’t stop me,
while I walk..

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“My Crime..!!”

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I was dragged,
dragged to court of law.
They said I am a criminal.
Criminal with the crime of highest order.

With a gentle nod and a humble  smile,
I was questioned in the proceedings,
They said you captured His every creature.
In your lines,
In your rhymes.
I nodded without a doubt.

Then furiously they asked;
Who are you to bother the setting Sun?
Who asked you to question the lonely moon?
As I was caught,
with the hand in glove.

They said “You travelled with the passing breeze,
And took pride in the labour of bees”.
And further said;
“You stare too long at the bright blue sky”.

I kept mum as the proceedings went.
As it was headed by the one, whom I admire the most,
He took pride in my every crime,
As I shared my spoil every time.

I begged for mercy,
As I knew not;
what else to write.
That was my only crime,
That was my only crime..

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