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The Yawning Solitude
Though being circles by preety companions
And to a fun laughing with a friend genuine,
Banish I can not the solitude of the mind
To pieces my mental pain I can not grind.
So called a virgin, I am by this time
In the whors of beauty too a leaf is mine.
But unlike any other I wish by my heart,
Not to attract any youth, dandy or smart.
Adolescence is beautifier of all the virgins,
Virginal beauty is compared with a flame,
Being disastorous perishing hearts of young men
And equally scorching the heart of the virgin.
Scorched mind preserves ashes of memoirs,
In its midst can reside only solitude yawning.
Poet: Ratnakar D.Mandlik.
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Ratnakar Mandlik
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