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I plotto plant a poe-tree
in the garden of my books
that will bear luscious fruits of words!
and fragrant flowery phrases
will bloom on its boughs,
where amorous love-birds will mate
in their love-nests
singing sweet songs
of love
To quench
the voracious thirsts
0f all those thirsty souls
I will endeavour
and paint all the lack-lustre poems
in shades of fervent hues
splashed in palette of rainbow dreams
with my peacock-feathered quill
and re-touch their monotonous lives
with magical strokes of
my romantic pen
but
I know
some day,
my paper-boat poems shall sink
like ‘Titanic’, deep in the ocean of emotions,
midst the storm of sentiments
in the torrent of tears...
and corpse of my drowned poet
perhaps, will be forgotten -
but salvaged pages from
the soul of my poe-trees
shall float forever,
in the pools of
tear-shaped melancholy eyes
and will dwell eternally
in some lamenting hearts.
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