From a romantic roof

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Age is a myth I never care,
Years rush, but I remain,
Love is life, and I live for it!

On my nerves, I feel his warmth,
That stately sun is my love!
Prankish games, he just plays,
Lasting moments, we gather!
The dear wind comes to date,
For want of fun, I agree!
Crazy mist

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A flash from my childhood memories

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Absorbed in his thoughts all-day
Observed them hardly he moved
Found him there since time unknown
That peepal tree gave him shelter
Grey long beard covered his face
Curly long hair dangled freely
Curses he removed, pains erased
Poisons drained at his spell
His lips moved, words not heard
Chanting into dust, potions he made
His mystic touch was their…

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Subashini Nachimuthu

Subashini Nachimuthu

English teacher | Loves nature, travelling, poetry | Studied literature | Big fan of Jane Austen novels | GmailID: nsubashini.15@gmail.com.