Passion of poetry chases me from boyhood. In youth, a whirlwind took me away, like a feather. When the spell was over, I came back to my passion, boyhood passion. So, here are my poems of boyhood awe, animation, sorrow et al.
Splendour of a moonlit night
Lies frozen within reach.
In vacuum silence of desolate air
The mind can break its golden cage
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I saw a smiling sunflower
swaying in pink air
I smiled back at the happy face
will she reciprocate the stare?
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When at first we met each other
We were trekking toward the peak
With first love and expectations
We trod the path, we trod the path.
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Limerick is a city in Ireland
Which has plenty of bricks and sand
Has masons and their bosses too
So, adding the two and two
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