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                  Sorry
                  folks, I am still not able to manage time to type all my
                  poems. 
                  But for the time
                  being 
                  I am putting one(1/2 actually) poem here.
                   
                 To my ?? (07/11/2000)
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                You showed me the most beautiful nights
                Through chambers of light and fragrances
                Sights of nature, of plants, animals and mountains,
                Hills teaming with green.
                For that, I thank you.
                
                Within the chambers of your heart, 
                You showed me tapestries of past lives, pure loves,
                And forgotten sunsets,
                Woven with bright colors, much gold, red, blue, and
                orange,
                The colors of the sun reflecting off the mists
                Of a town at the valley of the Himalayas.
                I looked out windows onto lights of a sleeping city,
                Halfway around the world.
                
                You showed me,
                Your heart on a silver platter,
                Throbbing with innocence and passion,
                And nourished by Lord’s care and mercy.
                Just wanting the care of a parent, a brother, a
                friend,
                Someone who would understand
                The feelings between people,
                Which cause them to love, to rejoice, 
                to fight, to hurt,
                To grow.
                
                All things are one,
                Everything is but one thing, and not a thing,
                But an expression of divine love,
                And we are strokes of color in that painting,
                Nothing more.
                You guided me through banquet halls of 
                Indian feasts,
                Appealing to every tingling of the palate,
                Of every color in the rainbow. (Not finished)
                
                ......Yours ??