Winston Dsouza Poems

Its not like that beautiful flower,
Which bends to the suns rays,
Which fears for silly wars,
Or to walk on narrow ways,
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As I reached those woods I saw a falls,
Sounding like a nature calls,
Rushing down from a distant height,
Along with the shiny sun light,
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Leather in feet, rings in fingers,
Dancers to dance, to sing singers,
Palaces to live and to sit royal chairs,
Gold and royal robes he wares,
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Beautiful is the world,
In my vision,
Tender is the the sun,
In the mornings season,
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I wish to cry out loud,
Today, to finish all my tears,
More louder than angry black cloud,
For which I cant bear,
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I saw a tree in a country side,
When I was on a horse on ride,
I stopped and got down,
To see the tree which seemed as the golden crown,
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