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my crush

your vital stats are fascinating

your look is just captivating

I won’t sleep if I don’t meet you

that is the loving way I treat you

you give me oxygen to survive

world of words keeps me alive

the comments make me gush

and the likes make me blush

oh my dearest WordPress

you are my only crush

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my identity card

wrinkle wrinkle little scar

I always wonder why you are

are you the age on the skin

or a self time counter within

are you the measure of smiles

or extra flesh revealing styles

why skin is the culprit for you

shall I plan to perform undo

do you occur on the soul too

do you visit other creature too

whatever you are but I owe you

I have worked hard to grow you

you are my hard earned reward

my embedded prized identity card

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falling in love with a poet

the way words come together and bow to you

the way expressions liquidate and flow to you

the way your writings make the world crave

the readers surrender self and become slave

you are literary soldier of this classical space

the captivating exaltation embedded in place

I have not seen you yet I know you from ages

your literary image has filled my empty pages

when I confront you someday I may not recognise

but the smell of your literature will always suffice

this is eternal bonding that connects two hearts

thus the story of falling in love with a poet starts

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complicated dialect

Someone help me with the tuition

I am  in reality not a magician

how do I understand her language

I don’t have any past advantage

she often speaks from her eyes

I could never decode it otherwise

her silence has the power of words

how do I break this type of password

her hands give me lots of indications

I can’t understand those abbreviations

her killer smile too says the entire story

I could never read anything confirmatory

it appears that I am a big foolish moron

who is not conversant with such lexicon

if someone can teach this complicated dialect

it will surely enhance my romantic intellect

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family bus

I don’t really know what makes me suspicious

for your eyes seems to be betrayed frequently

and I am the most unequivocal person on earth

who is trying to live the complex life decently

the honesty today is seen with great suspicion

the straightforwardness leads to skepticism

the helping hand is seen as the hand of devil

the greetings are taken as the words of evil

has being friendly become a crime today

why being selfish has become prime today

can’t the world become a global village for us

where all in this world can ride a family bus