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Sanjay Mehta Poems
Lord giveth the brain To be sane Which we all Have profaned.
Nature' S Kindergarten
Deep, blue sky, Overcast With clouds white. Gentle breeze
Power Of Vigour
Vigour If Triggered With forces
Unwind From stone age To present times A subtle fight
This age Has left Far Far behind
Fight for spectacles To create a spectacle of themselves And entire well being Ears nose and eyes
Agile body An agile mind Is what Rigours
Till It works For me Not a curse
Yes Today I will Give her alms
Thunder Of Silence
Beckoned With Sounds So loud.
City Of Joy
Rich in culture Vast in structure Proudly Boasts of legacy
Her, Store In abundance Overflows.
Heavily overcast sky With dark clouds Gentle piercing wind Rattles oaks, deodhars and pines
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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Edgar Allan Poe
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Lord giveth the brain
To be sane
Which we all
Made amongst us
For the sane.
But this brain
Of the sane
A source of bane.
Lacks the brain.
No I, No my
This animal tamed.