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 When the greens leaves the leaves! Waiting for the sun to rest for the day, Dreaming of the night sky with stars. He treads his path in the field of wheat. Unable to step any more further, He stands in the muds of an ancient grave. All of wind set for more of goals to twist The fate of the dead and the living ones Sure to strike the arrow that it is trust To make the fruit fall from the branches of a tree. It's the same way For a man to end his sojourn. The flowers and leaves in his bedlocker. That finds a way to the museum of his people's heart Finds permanence than the mortal man at his death. What had happened until now is reality For all others under the window of dreams Luck too favouring his parts of wins. What was seen as truth is shown as lessons to the world. For what unseen is the greenary in the leaves That does not leave it under any circumstances. Life partly sings a song of monotonous duties That lay in his pillows of rest That shooks him out of any illnesses Mak

 A Mirror on the well Cutting deep struck plans to steal one's love of time I looked into waters in the well. Seeing reflection of one's prime years Throwing away all failures that one sees until then. Transient desire that  one makes to throw a stone While the stone kills one's beauty to different shapes The ripples trips across the entire well  Adding new watery drops in place of old giving a new beauty Fills the complete well in a few minute seconds Remembering me to the world we are in That changes scene every now and then Like you don't be in the same place as it was Every now and then... S ANANDHI 11 05 2021

 A Butterfly A Butterfly swarming in the air Giving sparkles away for breathe High spirited cocoons praising The birth of their sister. And the butterfly singing a song Lamenting the demise of it's last laziness. Now to swim in the air Forgetting hopes in flight dispair. And to be caught by a child And again let go to fly A colourful brigade showers For the hoping hearts to unite Fun for the creator upon the breed Not knowing the values of shorter lifespan That gave man the choice of roles to keep... S ANANDHI 01 05 2021

 Man - A Doll at heart! Mightier was my pen       To embrace my youth so young; The days I nurtured for a while        That sings a song just like a bride; On that tiny repercussion of wind          Sitting ajar on the tree so trim; Beyond what soothsayers says          The bird was I so beautiful in being gay; Enormous layers of truth said so long           For one to dance and sing a song; Will not the power rise to win          In the land of tsars of all like men against sin; When I won you I were too small        Oh! my precious lovely doll; Now I see you with my growing mind        To penetrate sand with outwitting strength of being sane; Where does one's clasp of time yield        To bind farewell of all unwind; During the tenure of losing hopes of life        Like a clinging man in threads of life; Gone my strength beyond age dispair          In holiness to keep sane to eyes of tear; The weaknesses all gone for a while        Now the soul singing for a brighter side. Do you