Give the greed a heed
and manifold grows the need!
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Seated between the two boys
her ring of laughter rends the air.
She has heard all they had to say
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Many a times I have been to Harwood Point.
When the travel bug bites my feet
My eyes pine for the marine froth
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Lust moves easy mind roams crazy
What you like you want to own
Past turns of years when limbs lazy
Only then find love full grown.
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Under the big clock at the station
From all the comings and goings
Her eyes keenly watch
For the face that would end her wait.
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Each couple is stopped on the way
this March spring hour
with the city attired at its best
with gulmohar and flame of the forest
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Not a word I say
As long as the salt is okay.
It really makes little sense
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Like a magician’s deft trick
She placed her two in a nook of attic
Winked two eyes from the dusty pile
Cheered not the mind brought not a smile.
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This forlorn noon when the southerly breeze
scatters on earth the forest's flame
the Spring fires engulf the trees
my heart chants your name!
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