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Spiritual Seminary

The uncertain life is a journey to a certain death,The journey is an admixture of bitter truth and brural lie,Glyde

Life is a blessing when it is realWhen not surrounded by pretendersHeart ignites a chaste ray of hopeIn solitude where

I know you are standingon the side of the doorWith a sweet smileStill I can’t see you.On the dining table,in

It is the season of sultry summer,The season of many a blooming flower,It is just the time to simply admire,Though

Beauty is- The quality that gives pleasure to the sight, but The aesthetic approach based on the sight , The

“Strawberry strawberry..” She calls out in rhe valley Making it as much lively as lovely Dextrous fingers nimbly picking Berries

‘Peer o! peer how do you do?’Nudged the hard title page`Nothing new my little kiddo’Shrugged his pal like a sage

I still couldn’t quit. Yes, I am talking about waiting. All the greed, violence, anger, pride, selfishness left from this

Listlessly moving whispering cloudsConversing with her in solitude, aloud…Sans words or syntax of language…Like an opened bottle of champagne. Didn’t

It is spring!Here in our cityWinter said farewellLeaving its blanketsOf mist and stoic silence.. Flowers bloom in delightAll around in