By the Ganges

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Being disturbed, when peace is what you desire,

Away, then, you run from the city’s maddening fire,

And rest by the gurgling Ganges,

Among the lofty Himalayan ranges!

 

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At The Third Instance

I shall be good to you as long as you are.
And once you do me a wrong,
Forgive you I shall and not a word I swear

Again, as if nothing has happened, we shall be jolly good.
And once more when you do me another wrong,
Sad and angry though I’ll be, yet a second time, forgive you, I would!

At the third instance, when another wrong to me is done, I shall know
I am but a magnet that would attract more instances for being wronged
Away then, far away, I shall go, and never again my face to you show.

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Being Late

Old habits are hard to die,
Believe me, good sir, I never lie.
For everything I am always late
No matter how difficult be my state

Deadlines stare me in the eye
And mockingly go by
While I remain where I am
And act indifferent to shame

But a solid desire for being on time
Is now in me, like never before, roused
I now consider being late a grievous crime
And tomorrow, I hope, this desire is not so easily doused.

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The Days Are Cloudy and Dark

 

The days are cloudy and dark,

And the nights are always so.

No matter whichever way I go,

I find myself stuck in the devil’s park.

I’ve now got so used to the darkness

That I no longer miss the sun.

No longer from pillar to post do I run

To seek the tricky world’s solace.

 

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Lovebirds

Lovebirds often fight,
Make, and then break many a promises
Shed tears, wet their pillows and mattresses
But if one decides to go quiet,
The other seems unable to survive
They are, after all, each other’s delight.

Though their fights are never ending
But as a while goes
In their reasonable and unreasonable reasoning
In all gain and loss
They once again only find a new beginning
And thus their love keeps renewing

That’s how love birds are –
In love while being at war
Near, ever when afar.
Seem uncaring but they care.

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Upon Making a Mistake

Even a minor mistake rattles me
When made, shame engulfs, guilt overpowers
And a cloud of sadness around my head hovers
I would have been better off without being so silly!

The thought of having made a mistake,
Of having not been more careful,
And of having made myself a fool
Is, although I try, difficult to forsake.

Yes, I see the mistake and I know I made it
But, no, it’s not that I don’t know
The right way of doing it and saying it.
Only for a moment I let the rein of my sense go.

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