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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.

Hiding Pain! Why do you complain that Your job is difficult; Here’s my challenge, Come on, hide your pain! Your face should be as pleasant as the springs of the year; Without a mark of pain on it Like a steady rock you should sit!

For Me! The world has something for you - Something that is beautiful and good. A handful of comrades to accompany, A group of cynics to criticize your blood. A cluster of skills and some caring skulls, The palindrome of life has the same to say, Some joys and some sorrows - natural, Qualities like honesty, humbleness - whatever they call!

Selfish thoughts! Everything is my own - Those seeds which are newly sown, The rays of sun that blooms the lotus; That beautiful smile from a beauty’s lips; All the heavens and the joy you would get; And the apparent victory in every bet; All the boons that God would shower, Those colourful birds who in the sky hover Those eyes who shed their loving tears, And those backs which carry the burden. The serrate ribs and in it a languid heart, And that gentle face of a baby in slee; The flowers that sway and the bee’s gay, The drops of dew which hide in the grass, The pearls on the neck of a pretty lass, The crown of the kind and the queen’s earring, The smile of the moon and blink of the stars. All are mine - Which teach me magics - the magic of life, That if I can smile for a while In this mean-mean world - I can win a treasure - The treasure of love!

The story of my pen! That night of shivering fight, Pierced the sky an icing light, Behidn the hill of idiotic plight, The flame of knowledge, he came to ignite;

On a drop of dew! There I was on a drop of dew, Luck permits only a few. Through it I could see the green hue, Floating on it under the sky blue.

Barking Dogs! Those are barking dogs - never worry. Who bark at your back and blink when you twink. Those schoffs of their words and wacks of their blunder will all surrender, if you dare!

Feather’s Touch In the clear sky, there flew a dove, Opposing the gusts of wind that blew; Per chance her feather fell in the light, I stood bewitched, and in my hand a kite.

The Sound I heard - A sound which elates the world, Of conteporary tremendous exploitation; A sound mightier than thunder, Which reminds the world of it’s majestic blunder! The sound which revealed the secrets of nature, Which man can never even dream or doom. The sound that prompts the world with truth, The sound that echoes amidst the gloom.

Her Eyes! A beautiful sculpture in front of my eyes, It seemed to me - a river milk white, With thousands of suns sparkling bright, The sight could banish fright.

An ant’s message… A never ending wide surface it is, With lot of strange objects around me, Some shine bright, some cause fright, Some sweep me away, some bang my head.