Tearing through the dark blanket,
There comes the mighty king,
In his unharmed golden chariot.
His gaze like a blooming flower,
Face a red ball of fire, he
Fights in his shining armour.
Confering life to the dying critters,
On your way to ceaseless battle.
Your peerless beauty echoing,
On the age old fossil nooks.
Not even a thousands suns from galaxies,
Could compare to your circadian.
You were there before me,
You will be there even after me...
-Devimanju Mohan
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PoetryHi friends...This is my first book. But this is not a book,Haha because this is a compilation of my poems and thoughts which I have written when I felt bored or inspired. This book contains my English poems while the other book in my profile has my...
