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Harish Vishwanath
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I can smile!

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Old Poetry

I can smile!

When the fate began ticking my clock,
The skies of my heart became starless and dar.
All deserted hearts, no love to be seen.
All who cared were now so mean.

Those smiles that welcomed me,
Now betrayed me to the core.
And those who wanted to see me more,
Were all gone and no one left to adore.

When a calf missed her mother,
Atleast cried and starved for her.
But I was a mishap….
Neither could I live nor die.

But nothing did raven my strength,
For those starts taught me to how to twinkle,
And those birds taught me how to fly,
In the airs hostile and in the worlds of lie.

I thank mother nature for her stile
Because -
Through lips of difficulties - I can still smile!

03 APR 2000

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