Thoughts pouring down like river
Synchronized by a conduit, pointer
Gathers in a piece of paper
Quenching the thirst of reader
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An idea strikes his adoring soul
Sculpting words from his heart
And shooting out fresh lines
Resulting in an eternal poem
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Memorable evergreen fresh pages
Turning one by one buds words
Turning all over again blooms lines
Delivering splendid poems with life
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Every accident a poetic incident
Happiness and grief a boon
Transforms it into undying lines
Striking the hearts of people
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Father’s appearance rarely known
His admirable child rarely forgotten
Silently revolutionizes world
Speaking through his sword
----- Shalini Samuel
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