Sanjay Mehta

Lord giveth the brain
To be sane
Which we all
Have profaned.
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Deep, blue sky,
Overcast
With clouds white.
Gentle breeze
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Vigour
If
Triggered
With forces
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Unwind
From stone age
To present times
A subtle fight
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This age
Has left
Far
Far behind
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Fight for spectacles
To create a spectacle of themselves
And entire well being
Ears nose and eyes
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Agile body
An agile mind
Is what
Rigours
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Till
It works
For me
Not a curse
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Yes
Today
I will
Give her alms
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Beckoned
With
Sounds
So loud.
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Rich in culture
Vast in structure
Proudly
Boasts of legacy
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Making their way home
On days
Sun shining on tropic of cancer
Satchel, on their backs
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Away from the din of the city
In the deep woods
You hear, you feel, you see
That for which you longed so long
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Her,
Store
In abundance
Overflows.
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Heavily overcast sky
With dark clouds
Gentle piercing wind
Rattles oaks, deodhars and pines
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Stoic my nature.
Plunders
Without a glitch
Ain't be shared
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July August
Waken you up
To the whiteness all around
Which in purity abounds
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Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
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Dragon
From vale
Moves up
White with shades of black
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Witness to
Her jaunts
Others romped.
Undeterred by the glares,
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