Rajesh Kumar Vaid

When the arrow of Cupid fires,
It is the pain of the departed that is sweetest!

My legs are numb, dizzy feeling of embracing my beloved,
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Hope!
Oh!
A child! little red cherry cheeks cheering!
Hopping liitle feet! ....and mother's bosom,
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As the train lumbered along the craggy path,
And the sounds of chug smothered the engine sloth,
The tree branches, from the window canvas,
Could be seen spreading in a thoughtful pause
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The dark blue sky
Hung over the east
Was beginning to have,
The cool orange feast,
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Withered noses smelt blood,
Killed by the fire of the desire!
To taste!
Wolves swam ashore
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As the horses of night billow the surface above,
When the sun shuts the shining shop shutters,
As the weary men sink in the wool of the hearth,
Than the dreary watchman’s wooden staff, silence shatters!
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Little n’ nimble fingers, touch you,
Fold you, crumple, may cut you,
Crackle, lines mould a boat appears,
In the rain, along the drain, muddy feet, cheer
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A human, a man, a friend, beloved,
This lively friend, a father, a husband, this thread,
The person, a brother, to father a son,
The very life, to a mother, her son, is now dead!
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