To Poetess
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| | In love the poetess is... Alas! The beautiful lady; With ocean's soul... In a battle she is; With? Her own self! Those nummite eyes when she raises it seems As if, the turmoiled sea; rises in waves High and Higher... and glances into the intrications of her star! The star; in the distant sky, The star, that her eyes can locate On the night's poetic canvas; In midst of million others! There is that one; the distant star... If she be Sea; he the Star, He's skie's She earthly... What is the union? Unison what be? |
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Dhaar Mehak(Is a free lance writer and an undergraduate economics student) | |
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