How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony
How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
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ROCKS: CO_OPERATIVE POEMS
By
KAMALIKA MITRA
RUDRA KINSHUK
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Our wedding ring is an emblem of our true love
A gift that we attached to a vow
Our two hearts promised to be loyal and true
Living each day in the now.
A forever, no beginning and certainly no end,
It is the circle of our ring that we must defend!
Endless love is what we both agreed
So why should we take our wedding rings off
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Through air,
We live and breathe and are
And gasp in awe
When at stars, we gaze
We sigh with relief
Through the air that we breathe
It fills our lungs
Giving power to a song
It feeds our hearts
And roams our brains
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Squirrels feasting, puppies at play,
Underneath the willow tree
Sunlight flickers and glistens throughout the day
Through the gaps beneath the willow tree.
A spot where lovers could say, ‘I do.’
Lays underneath the willow tree
A place to meditate, even to pray
Underneath the willow tree.
Balmy summers, scorching heat
Underneath the willow tree
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This isn't for everyone.
For those who can understand.
Reject the world.
Go about your business.
Educate yourself.
Don't choose materialism but live according to your needs.
Love your parents.
It's not hatred but rejection of the world.
The rewards are immense.
The freedom from all the world's pressure will lift.
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Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
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Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
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We are born to experience before going to the final rest.
Consciousness to light. Walk down the cobbled path. Touch the
clouds. Witness the storm. Remember the building blocks
of life. Science, history, religion, philosophy and psychology.
They are all joined together.
Life's short time travel.
The struggle of conscious is normal.
It's a gift. Don't waste it.
Make good decisions so the earth won't count the cost.
What is love but a mutual exchange of selflessness for selfishness’ sake?
Selfishness is the coal that powers the steam engine
That makes our lives chug along the way they tend to do-
Not inherently evil as we have made it out to be.
What is love but that knowledge that maybe,
If he had asked me to,
I’d turn myself inside out for him?
Love is nothing but how much you’re willing to give in order to receive.
Because what is a relationship
But symbiotic capitalization? A reciprocated exploitation?
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The more you envy,
The better will I become,
It sounds strange although.