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I have traveled
some time on my own
I do not remember
the depth of my know how
I can rotate the earth
at my wishes
but heart says
better find my love
what the hell
I will do
with you r rotation
I say look how beautiful
they are
what is that
it pauses for a while
some rustic compositae family flowers
odor of thine
I have seen writ large
my heart opines
it s beautiful
my soul differs
I wonder why
my desolate environs
bereft of meanings
nomenclatures
classifications too
do ask me
where are you
rustic hearts
have started
he is the one
where are you
my heart quips
is it that tough
may be yes
my soul play s
a different tune
I step my way
some time
with you
other s
may be hazy
some learned
do ask
how are you
stop short
your name
I do wonder
is it
may be so
I ask me
you too
where are you
ask her
she is there
thus quivers my soul
is it so
may be yes
my heart
takes sides
hei
he is the one
some hearts
search me
as they fly past
but where are you
asks my heart
day after day
nights toss mornings
my soul asks
she is there
my heart
takes sides
I have searched you
you say
where not
my steps
boils of my heart
I waver
step and step
in wait of you
search my love
it says
I walk
step and step
boils of my heart
have you reached
it quiver s me
I ask
walk a little more
more a more
search my love
it replies hard
search my love
clouds of Ujjaini
love
I have heard
read too
today again
they are on the horizon
some thunderous smart
other s too silent
I ask them
where are you
they thunder more
more applause
wait may your part
I listen
with a heart
why I need them
at all
ask my heart
I look me
some time you
then
my heart
is it true
you too are hooked
to me only
is it true
I ask
as
it thunders smart
I have traveled
what my heart rejects
the winds blow
as it too
what makes you
a little ahead
I see my paths
some times
as if
there is no end
no start
I ask
where should I walk
you come
as if
it has not asked
Love
mom was able to help dad to fetch wooden cart called gadda of the yore with two heavy wheels made of wooden parts wooden and metaled
p laughing machines driven by domestic cattle wooden suhaga and a couple of more domestic cattle along with some related materials to make them work. She told me harichand and Dad were all the time busy to cut the woods called lakria in their own rustic manner and store it in a place in open around their shoddy dwelling unit. And love pushpa minhas mrs satya parkash minhas mrs kapal minhas mrs lakharwal and other cranks females are all the time busy to devise new and evolved methods
to poison and pressure the kids ricky and navu so faithfully that they simply forget that they do communicate with their own kids. but love this is again darwin law and what I have told you is also darwin law in itself ; the difference is of its applicability.
