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The Broken Mandolin
My heart and soul
Was lying forlorn
In a dark corner of the stately palace
A broken mandolin behind doors
After an eternity it seems,
Who is knocking softly on the door?
Who has picked me up and playing gently on my strings?
Robbed of all my riches
Forsaken by all
I was lying lost and torn
Pray tell me Oh graceful God
Were you waiting for this day?
To fill me with your Love to the core
Bless me heart and soul?
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Poem Submitted by Mrs Santwana Chatterjee (), A166 Lake Gardens, Kolkata, 700045, India
SPARKS
Tonight I found out,
the sparks of millions of stars,
adrift in the universe are worthless.
the ones worth millions,
are the sparks,
found in your eyes
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Poem Submitted by Thelmy Typoco (),
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