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Grapevines

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I keep a jar filled

With stardust next to my bed

Every night it shines

I found it on a hill

To which the wandering road led

Amidst the scarlet grapevines

There I had paused, and used my quill

Inked word upon word, left unsaid

Indeed I wrote, as if all the world was mine

When I stood to leave, I found a jar filled

With stardust, in the lovely mead’

And every night, it shines

Revolution- A Poem

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I was the freedom the black slave called

I was the land of the Catholic Lord

I was the magpie’s cry of fear

I was the signal that truth was near

I was the Muslims’ voice galore

I was Shakespeare’s sonnet when they said encore

I was the Britishers’ silver mines

So well set upon Indian lines

I was the last run on the very last ball

I was the reason of the Spartans’ fall

I was the garden of the Mughal kings

I was the hope of the lark that sings

I was the dust, the water, the wine

Of all the men, through history, and time

The wheel I was, and firearms too

I was the how, the why and who

I am the flags on the window panes

I am the enemies’ efforts in vain

I am here today, but sit and wait

‘Revolution’ is my name, the world is my bait.