When I began to write
When the light was dim
My pen began to perform
So well as if though
It was dancing on the page

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And I cannot think
Of anyone else next to me
I think of
Only you and you
Next to me

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And I belong
To him
And he belongs
To me
I was happy
Thinking about this
That I started
Dancing with the air

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Learn to dream again
If your love is stronger
And it's very very clear
Then this world
Will be a Happy Place
To live in you will
Start dancing with nature

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When I saw the scene
I.e. the painting
I couldn't leave it
I wanted to hold it
In my hand
But was unable
To hold the painting
Where the fishes
Were all smiling

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Whenever I hold
The pen in my hand
I always feel like
Writing the whole book
And fill it with lovely words

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And my friend is lucky
He clicked this photo
Near feet of Lord Hanuman
And there were no monkeys
All due to snowfall

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I was never alone
In this difficult path
Of my life
Because just recently
I realized that
I had him in my heart

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When I look
At my past
I feel thankful
To God that
He gave me
My best friend
In return and
That's none other than
My son

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If he will
Ask me
Why do I write poems?
Or what does my poem defines?
I will reply him back
I write only about you
And it defines you and only you

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