With the sprinkles of dew drops.
The girl solitary and broken-hearted,
Tears fallen from her eyes and the eyelashes splashed with
Failing my poetry.
The hues in wild flowers seen and observed
Failing me,
O, you call me not a poet!
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At the fair ground I met, the drama girl, the theatre artiste,
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When someone is not with you
And loneliness twitching you,Corroding the self.You in the lonely houseSad, pensive and brokenWaiting,Waiting for someone.And you yourself reflecting overThe passage of time,Memories haunting youWhile strolling overThe terraces and corridors of time.
Your tear-eyed face
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