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| Something Black Black is not the colour, Its the shadow of our life, It absorbs all the colours of life It gives peace, and embrace into itself I am fond of Black colour of my beloved Her soft hands gives me softness of life Her rosy lips gives me sweetest smile Her long hairs takes me into clouds Her eyes shows me the light of life I want to shrink myself in her black shadow, to be embraced and loose my colour. july 2010 |
| Birth Day's Present Tomorrow is her birthday, What Present I should give. I am thinking deeply. What she will like or dislike, thinking intensely. Present Gold to a Golden lady, Is it justified? Or Present a Flower, which makes me smile? Should I touch her cheeks and Say 'Love you very much', Take up my Happiness, And give me grief of your life. Should I give her a Present, or Present my life? Jun 2010 |



