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My eyes speak what
My lips are afraid to say,
I want to hold you
Trust you
Let out all my fears
But what if you don't understand
Or you don't want to understand
Or you understand only what you want to
As for you it might be
Just another sunshine
Just another song in the meadows
Just another day break
But
Is it the same sun you woke to
Is it the same meadow you sang to
Is it the same daybreak you waited for...
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awesome, an american might say to this poem. it is really great and outstanding. you reveal the truth here. we understand what we want to. we cannot see through what other are trying to make us understand. this uncertanity and creepiness will always remain.
As for you it might be
Just another sunshine
Just another song in the meadows
Just another day break
you show your doubt in aforecopied stanza. the doubts however are very authentic. and to be frasnk they are often held by any practical man, who frequently bitch that each day should be new. and a day to be new must demand some new events.
Is it the same sun you woke to
Is it the same meadow you sang to
Is it the same daybreak you waited for...
and in the aforecopied line, you reveal your poetic expressions. and i liked they way you did that. i myself can relate to this line. but they might ask what if it is the same sun i woke to......afterall, it is a new day. the color of the sun( perhaps Yours) has changed a great deal. YOU HAVE CHANGED!
sandesh
