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How glorious the noon sun bold That kisses long the marigold And dances o’er aromatic mint To the shaded acer with a mere glint ..

A mixture of free verse and rhyme

The muse

Thou art my image (‘tis how I doth think) Nay. Thou art more lovelier in every way. I see thee in thy father's eye, a twink That brings..

The Delhi warrior is a train. The telling is in the poem.

But I remember that morning very well. The small cottage window of my childhood was ajar And I could see my father beyond the world In the ga..

HereOn this warm afternoon All was silent Clouds wandered (like sheep) Above a blue meadow where Grass bathed like a green ocean An..

At this moment I’m feeling as if a burst of spring is blooming amongst my darkest shadows of sadness scattering around its silke..

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There is music at dawn in the song of the koel The tweeting, the chirping, the warbling,the cry The medleys that float in the morning ai..