Sushruta Mishra Poems

This book I read years ago,
And, I read it again.
I hoped, the music lived on
and, I would dash through it,
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Brittle drops of rain caressed her cheek-bones;
they made their way down the mountain valleys;
the mountains, quivering in red; her luscious lips.
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Those who cried and wailed by the bludgeoning of chance,
who withered and perished with the relentless desert sands.
Some prayed and screamed when the stakes were high.
Others wiggled in agony and wished they would die.
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Isn't it pleasant, being in solitude
When there's neither brass nor flute,
Neither bothered by the chatter of clones,
Nor pained by the beauty in tones.
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Beautiful buds, born together,
On a branch, inches apart, forever met
They grow old, years gather
Now, pale and shallow, autumn await.
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