She Repeats Herself Unconditionally
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Indira Renganathan
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Boring..day and night
As we labour and strive..
Sorrow..ever shadows joy
Any time, any way, any side..
Daunts to fill her with unease
Joy is not joyous
Life is boring
But
Every day and night
Her every attire and colour
Scented with beateous splendor
Brings me Heaven and the nectar
I drown in her..fade in her
And entranced when embraced
She is.. vast and delectable
Nature
Life is not boring
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