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Poetry By: paramananda

though we becoming a grown-up, hardly our heart and mind.

Submitted:May 7, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

They say you've grown a man

They say you should do this & that

They say I am not young

To bear my faults and rogues.

I deemed calmly-why?

If a grown man I am

The feelings are there exactly same

Why feels I am-the tense

In passion for a love for

The thirteen as when I, nineteen;

Say I, why, then the same shy?

Same flattering & twittering

Of love saying utters in my

Lips in thy presence or her, O luv;

Why are these then there?

Why I am, a grown up man;

Not bear faults the same as of then

Why O man-a heart, full of love

For a young girl of thirteen,

Never grown as these are, of Earth.

Say me-

Why all those passion, anguish

And fire still on this poor heart?

Say me-

Why, the same intense

To do wrong once again

To fall in a danger-Why?

Say me O man, why the

Childish play of words or dreams

Innocent ever urges----?

Peeps the heart as well:

Why all those aspires of


--Dear, O my dear,

Why the burning face

Young, comes to wake me

At night? Why the coquettish

Of her or theirs charms---

Hug me ever, my innocent heart.

Why that same insufferable

Pain in love as of young's

In this age of thirty's?

You can't, I dare say, O man

You have grown with arts, I none

I am, as I was

Full of faults & pleasures;

Out of any artificial, true to heart;

Listen O dear-

My love for thy heart;

Not artificial, full of pleasures.

But beware the same,

O dear, from these old guys

Full of hearts and treasures, disguise;

Beware of them, O dear,

Even of me of thirty's---

A man often forced to be ready

Do wrongs, do rogues, do frauds,

To bleed the softest hearts on this earth,

Full of pleasures, beauties and loves.

Beware of these, O girl:

The earth is full of artificial arts, where

So simple are not actually exists;

Out dark-love, cheat, prudery and rogues;

O man, this earth full of arts & frauds.

So why, Forgive;

Forgive me my heart, you see,

The earth, the love is not for me.

9.45 p.m. 01st oct.2012, during a train journey.


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