The days are cloudy and dark,
And the nights are always so.
No matter whichever way I go,
I find myself stuck in the devil’s park.
I’ve now got so used to the darkness
That I no longer miss the sun.
No longer from pillar to post do I run
To seek the tricky world’s solace.
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Lovebirds often fight,
Make, and then break many a promises
Shed tears, wet their pillows and mattresses
But if one decides to go quiet,
The other seems unable to survive
They are, after all, each other’s delight.
Though their fights are never ending
But as a while goes
In their reasonable and unreasonable reasoning
In all gain and loss
They once again only find a new beginning
And thus their love keeps renewing
That’s how love birds are –
In love while being at war
Near, ever when afar.
Seem uncaring but they care.
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Ramu Das 