On the occasion of World
Poetry Day, let me try my hand at some versification. A few free verses. Or doggerel, if you will. For
everyone has the right to rhyme. Or not.
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Spirits soar and
Leap beyond self,
Streams trickle towards
each other,
Reborn into a cataract,
Gushing from a height.
Essences merge,
Panglossian ideals and
pluperfect dreams
Feel real enough,
Lulling you into a sweet
madness.
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The lines between devilry
and sainthood blur,
Shades and hues of all
kinds find home
Here, in this habitation
of freedom,
In this haven of
thoughts,
In this milieu of doodles,
In this tiny land of scribbles,
Where love is the only
rule,
Where all are kings of
their destinies,
Where dreams have found a
way to exist,
Where life has found a
way to thrive,
Despite the threat of
indifference.
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