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 The colourful flowers yet to count            Bloomed in my garden of hope I plucked the flowers about to fall            And watered the plant with surplus desires.  The bee of flowery instincts came close to me           For I shoo after only it gave me a sting.  Beauty lay in the moonlit night          I facing my flowering plants watering it with the elixir Next day, dew drops in the flowers drenched me completely          I been lost to nature's closeness Wonders yet undiscovered lay that day          For I took pleasure in being calm.  Does nature really teach us a lesson           Everyday before i forget to rediscover the day that's lost.... 

 'Come on' says the garlanded son's eyes To the entrapment that held them all Where it is that we shall meet the end Or shall we overpower the enemies.  Coming to the satisfaction of mental zeal He conquored the enemies They all fled out of their communal boundaries.  He was placed on the throne And marked as the king of victory.  That has been the case of many men Who won over enemies with their hearts.  What should be the goal of man To win over one's own defeats.  Be it at mind or at heart.  If the will to succeed is there,  Then we shall proceed further and farther towards our goal..... 

 The omnipresent man The shaky grasses held by the earthly mass To counteract with their swim in the oceans of greenary There was a tall tree in the rear end Holding it's roots tight on the ground. The sky being clear blue in the evening It's about to rain- The mystic beauty lays a melody. A omnipresent man is seen Hidden in the shadows of the tree. The grasses dances to the tune of the wind Adding elixir to the sunken heart, Curing traumas of insanity; Then the shadow shifts to a different place. Now the omnipresent man hides in the bark of the tree. That which shows the reminiscences of the past. The next day showing the omnipresent man Once again hiding in the shadows of the tree...

 When the greens leaves the leaves! Waiting for the sun to rest for the day, Dreaming of the night sky with stars. He treads his path in the field of wheat. Unable to step any more further, He stands in the muds of an ancient grave. All of wind set for more of goals to twist The fate of the dead and the living ones Sure to strike the arrow that it is trust To make the fruit fall from the branches of a tree. It's the same way For a man to end his sojourn. The flowers and leaves in his bedlocker. That finds a way to the museum of his people's heart Finds permanence than the mortal man at his death. What had happened until now is reality For all others under the window of dreams Luck too favouring his parts of wins. What was seen as truth is shown as lessons to the world. For what unseen is the greenary in the leaves That does not leave it under any circumstances. Life partly sings a song of monotonous duties That lay in his pillows of rest That shooks him out of any illnesses Mak

 A Mirror on the well Cutting deep struck plans to steal one's love of time I looked into waters in the well. Seeing reflection of one's prime years Throwing away all failures that one sees until then. Transient desire that  one makes to throw a stone While the stone kills one's beauty to different shapes The ripples trips across the entire well  Adding new watery drops in place of old giving a new beauty Fills the complete well in a few minute seconds Remembering me to the world we are in That changes scene every now and then Like you don't be in the same place as it was Every now and then... S ANANDHI 11 05 2021

 A Butterfly A Butterfly swarming in the air Giving sparkles away for breathe High spirited cocoons praising The birth of their sister. And the butterfly singing a song Lamenting the demise of it's last laziness. Now to swim in the air Forgetting hopes in flight dispair. And to be caught by a child And again let go to fly A colourful brigade showers For the hoping hearts to unite Fun for the creator upon the breed Not knowing the values of shorter lifespan That gave man the choice of roles to keep... S ANANDHI 01 05 2021