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Abhinav
poems

There was a splendid garden once,
where all the ill thoughts would cease,...
Speak up O! gifted ones,
those who callst themselves wise,
having bathed in the ocean of knowledge
why dost thou roll your eyes?....
Embellish me with festoons
for the last and final time;
for there stands my bride...
With a bucket of fishes in one hand,
he turned his head for a thousandth time
to the vast sea touching the horizon
but could only feel serenity sublime....
Somehow I couldn’t
keep track of the needles
it had left me far behind
or had it not?....
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