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Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.

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Heart of Head

Embarrassment about your love A love you have been warned of. A love you have been denied From birth of this love they lied. This love make you happy You wear it's after glow In this love your life flow. Embarrassment keep you from Reaching your end. Not sharing the who you are within, Let go of the myth, Go for the ring...SING! Put the embarrassment on the Back burner, Be your own life learner. Your soulmate no one knows A soulmate just don't come and go, Most times soulmates are like you But most times you never have a clue. A soulmate of your kind can make you blue? That embarrass soulmate is the deal, The one you deny is the real. Your heart and head have Minds of their own. When you are flying and your Feet are still on the ground, That is your heart, let it pound. When you are in flight... And scared, that gotta be your head. The average person love With his or her head, Wondering way down the road That love is dead. But those who love with both Feet on the ground, They become the host of happiness bound. Love is like sex for the first time You just want to do it... There is no crime. Listen to your heart, be wise For your head have many roads unrevealed.

your friend kwane

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Sleeping With Ghosts

The seas evaporated
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds were seeing
Their explosions in the sky
It seems its written
But we cant read between the line
Hush
Its okay
Dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Cause soulmates never die
This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What goods religion
When its each other we despise
Damn the government
Damn the killing
Damn the lies
Hush
Its okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Cause soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Never die
Soulmates never die
Never die...
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die

song performed by Placebo
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Soul Mates

The sea's evaporating, though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing, they're explosions in the sky
It seems its written, but we can't read between the lines
Hush, its okay, dry your eyes
dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes, 'cause soulmates never die
This one world vision turns us into compromise
What is religion when its each other we despise)
Damn the government
Damn their killing, damn their lies
(its okay)
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes, cause soulmates never die
Soulmates never die(x4)
never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die

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You're All I Need

Album: Eternal (2001)
All alone for so long
All the hope I had in finding love was almost gone
Then an angel came along
Oh I believe good things come to those who wait
And destiny, girl I know it must be fate
Now I see, cuz I found my soulmate
You're all I need
Oh so wonderful, beautiful
But the words don't do you justice, girl
You're so much more
And I dedicate my life to love you so
Love you so, oh
Oh, I believe good things come to those who wait
And destiny, oh it must be fate
Cuz now I see, babe
Cuz I found my soulmate
You're all I need
Oh let me say it
I wanna say it again girl
Oh, I believe that good things come to those who wait
And destiny, girl I know it must be fate
Cuz now I see, cuz I found my soulmate
You're all I need
Never, never, never, never, never
Never leave me, babe
Stay right there, right there, right there
Oh, so hard to describe babe
You bring tears to my eyes
You're all I need
[Ad lib until fade ]

song performed by Isley Brothers
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Dream Date

My dream date
Is an experience I must wait
For to absorb the perfect day,
But only when I have found my soulmate.

Underneath an entirely cloudless day
And never a sign of an oncoming storm,
We two surround ourselves with an admirable view
That's not contaminated by another human life-form.

Around us, there are no other sounds
Apart from our voices and the birds a-whistling.
I lay down next to your pretty face
And notice your bright smile a-sizzling.

After a sandwich each, we throw on the iPod
And through the meadow we waltz to R.E.M
While you have that single rose in your mouth,
Passionately grinding through its stem.

Together we fall down
And make the sweet butterflies flutter,
Followed by a series of kisses
So strong we almost smother.

Hours of chat passes and the sun sets,
The clouds of twilight shape a love-heart.
Nightfall comes and so does a star
Shooting above us like a dart.

I long so much for this priceless day,
But I also long to find you too, Soulmate.
The end of a lifetime is unpredictable,
So please oh please don't come too late.

poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
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There's no such thing as the perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they're perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. 'Cos your soulmate is the person that pushes all your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit.

quote by Madonna
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Looking For You

What could
i say
2 make
u happy?

What could
i say
2 make
u love me?

End Never
never never
leave me?


It's all up 2 u
i am only me
and no matter

what i say or do
or how i struggle
2 b with u

u will love me
as i am
and be with me


and be kind to me
or watch me

silently slipping away
loving u
eternally b with me


love me my soulmate
love me as soulmate

b so close
our breath is one
b with me as one.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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To The Person I Love

Je ne connais pas n'importe qui
mais je vous connais

je vous aime
mais vous ne savez pas

je ne vois pas n'importe qui mais vous
mais vous ne savez pas que j'existe

vous avez les cheveux bruns
et les beaux yeux
j'ai les cheveux blonds
et les yeux cruels

vous êtes mon opposé
mais vous êtes également mon soulmate

vous êtes la personne que j'adore
vous êtes l'amour de la personne I
Mais vous ne découvrirez jamais
puisque vous devez se perfectionner
pour quelqu'un comme moi pour te demander

T ranslation:
I don't know anyone
But I know you.

I like you
But you don't know.

I don't see anyone but you
But you don't know I exist.

You have brown hair
And beautiful eyes.
I have blonde hair
And cruel eyes.

You're my opposite
But you're also my soulmate.

You're the person I adore

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poem by Emily Tyrrell
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My dearest soulmate

I will never forget you my dearest soulmate..
these old meomries will never fade...
you've always laid me in your shade...
whenever I trembled or felt afraid....
and raised me up when I failed..
you've taught me how to overcome the sadness
and put and end to all that hate....

Do you remember all the games that we've played? ....
all the moments we have shared....
the unfolded visions we used to paint...
and even when it rained
our eyes have always met and blazed.......
to challenge all the eyebrows that were raised........

and the promise you have made
to stick with me in any country or far away state....

tell me how can I have the will to evade
all the dreams that we've always shared? .......

But now I'm sooooo faint...........
falling apart behind you like a pale lifless blade.......
cause am being always chased....
by all the precious moments that we've shared...
and my cruise has never sailed...
still there waiting to be saved...
by the eyes who have alwyas claimed...
and reflected the truth that I'm the only girl to be praised...

so please reach out for me and offer some aid...
to a heart broken girl who has always prayed....
to be blessed with the fate...
of seeing you once again before it gets too late......

my dearest soulmate..........

poem by Emo Girl
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Superlative Story

Superlative Story

I Syntaxical Sequence

II Strange Stanza Succession Starts

III Scenario Synopsis

IV Sensuality, sense, sensibility,

V Substitute Spousal Suggestions

VI Seesaw Simplicity: Seraglio Simularities Spurned

VII Solution

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I SYNTAXICAL SEQUENCE

Special scansion ‘S’ syllabic
specious solicisms scraps,
solo solving sounds strabismic,
syllogistic systole scraps.
Syllables spring, shuffle, scuttle,
skittle syntax, scintillate
syntonically sans snuffle, shuttle –
synonyms shake sides, spine straight.

Stanza stanza swift succeeding
senses sweeps, song swifter swims,
succulent succession seeding
substitutions, surface skims.
Scrupulous semantics subtle
switchback spiral, summarize,
seek solutions smart, scrolled, supple,
solve set spectrum's smallish size.

Synonymous synchronising
sympathetic symphony
scores - Socratic symbolizing –
swivelling sonority.
Scansion salvo salvo scansion
strong succeeds, succeeding sends
successors streamlined sampling surging –
sanction seems so slight, scourge spends.

Systematic symbol spreading
'sses something sacred, seeks, -

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Is Today the Day?

Is Today the Day?
Eagerly I get up saying today's the day
Yes my One true love had gone away
Engrossed, I suppose of her beauty and pray

Is Today the Day?
My days are consumed with only thoughts of her
Catching glimpses in memories becoming a blur
Just one moment with her will transform me I'm sure

Is Today the Day?
I look for the bubbles but they aren't there
Doubt consumes me but she's in my prayers
Please come back my love, I promise, I swear

Is Today the Day?
Then one day it happened at the blink of an eye
My baby girl, my love, my soulmate said hi
My heart soared to depths way beyond the sky

Is Today the Day?
Now I wait until the day that we can talk once more
Longing for bubbles, emails, she's the One I adore
But once again no word I'm wretchedly low as never before

Is Today the Day?
My love, just come back to me, please don't wait
It will be forever and ever, like a fairy tale, it's our fate
We live Happily Ever After, my baby girl, my lover, my soulmate

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Penguin Song

can u find the time
to let me love you
i only want to show you
and the things i want to learn too
the hardest parts we'll get through
and in the end
have our best friend

love like this
may come only once
baby its fate
like a soulmate
were fate baby,
not luck

can you find the time
to let me hold you
cause you need me
like i need u
my love is strong and so true
like my arrow, is aiming straight for you
cause you were the one i was born to love

so let go
let go of time
for you and i
cause love, this is all i want
baby were fate
like a soulmate
baby were fate
not luck

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Bad Side Of The Moon

(bernie taupin/elton john)
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Seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
It seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
There aint no need for watchdogs here, to justify our ways
We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life

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XI. Guido

You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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[9] O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!

O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!
[LOVE POEMS]

POET: MAHENDRA BHATNAGAR

POEMS

1 Passion And Compassion / 1
2 Affection
3 Willing To Live
4 Passion And Compassion / 2
5 Boon
6 Remembrance
7 Pretext
8 To A Distant Person
9 Perception
10 Conclusion
10 You (1)
11 Symbol
12 You (2)
13 In Vain
14 One Night
15 Suddenly
16 Meeting
17 Touch
18 Face To Face
19 Co-Traveller
20 Once And Once only
21 Touchstone
22 In Chorus
23 Good Omens
24 Even Then
25 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (1)
26 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (2)
27 Life Aspirant
28 To The Condemned Woman
29 A Submission
30 At Midday
31 I Accept
32 Who Are You?
33 Solicitation
34 Accept Me
35 Again After Ages …
36 Day-Dreaming
37 Who Are You?
38 You Embellished In Song

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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society

Epigraph

Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.

I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:

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poem by Robert Browning (1871)
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Bishop Blougram's Apology

No more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
And doing duty in some masterpiece
Like this of brother Pugin's, bless his heart!
I doubt if they're half baked, those chalk rosettes,
Ciphers and stucco-twiddlings everywhere;
It's just like breathing in a lime-kiln: eh?
These hot long ceremonies of our church
Cost us a little—oh, they pay the price,
You take me—amply pay it! Now, we'll talk.

So, you despise me, Mr. Gigadibs.
No deprecation—nay, I beg you, sir!
Beside 't is our engagement: don't you know,
I promised, if you'd watch a dinner out,
We'd see truth dawn together?—truth that peeps
Over the glasses' edge when dinner's done,
And body gets its sop and holds its noise
And leaves soul free a little. Now's the time:
Truth's break of day! You do despise me then.
And if I say, "despise me"—never fear!
1 know you do not in a certain sense—
Not in my arm-chair, for example: here,
I well imagine you respect my place
(Status, entourage, worldly circumstance)
Quite to its value—very much indeed:
—Are up to the protesting eyes of you
In pride at being seated here for once—
You'll turn it to such capital account!
When somebody, through years and years to come,
Hints of the bishop—names me—that's enough:
"Blougram? I knew him"—(into it you slide)
"Dined with him once, a Corpus Christi Day,
All alone, we two; he's a clever man:
And after dinner—why, the wine you know—
Oh, there was wine, and good!—what with the wine . . .
'Faith, we began upon all sorts of talk!
He's no bad fellow, Blougram; he had seen
Something of mine he relished, some review:
He's quite above their humbug in his heart,
Half-said as much, indeed—the thing's his trade.
I warrant, Blougram's sceptical at times:
How otherwise? I liked him, I confess!"
Che che, my dear sir, as we say at Rome,
Don't you protest now! It's fair give and take;
You have had your turn and spoken your home-truths:
The hand's mine now, and here you follow suit.

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poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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Snobbery

A solitary rose in red attire
Condescended:
A fleeting glance -
She apprehended
My affections,
Turned away
From me, a stray -

Stubble weed -
Genes to build an oddity:
Common seed -
Happy-go-lucky entity
In dull array.

The rose glowered,
But in ascension
Slipped a view of blight
Upon her regal greenery:
Black spot!

In all her bold perfumery
And blushing flower,
The sheen of vulnerability in jet
Reminded me how snobbery
And haughty shower
Tarnish with an underlying debt!

She wavered in her shallow play -
Man-bred -
Hardiness foregone.

The rose no longer shone.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
From: Poetry Rivals 2010 - A New Dawn Breaks
Forward Press

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First Book

OF writing many books there is no end;
And I who have written much in prose and verse
For others' uses, will write now for mine,–
Will write my story for my better self,
As when you paint your portrait for a friend,
Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it
Long after he has ceased to love you, just
To hold together what he was and is.

I, writing thus, am still what men call young;
I have not so far left the coasts of life
To travel inland, that I cannot hear
That murmur of the outer Infinite
Which unweaned babies smile at in their sleep
When wondered at for smiling; not so far,
But still I catch my mother at her post
Beside the nursery-door, with finger up,
'Hush, hush–here's too much noise!' while her sweet eyes
Leap forward, taking part against her word
In the child's riot. Still I sit and feel
My father's slow hand, when she had left us both,
Stroke out my childish curls across his knee;
And hear Assunta's daily jest (she knew
He liked it better than a better jest)
Inquire how many golden scudi went
To make such ringlets. O my father's hand,
Stroke the poor hair down, stroke it heavily,–
Draw, press the child's head closer to thy knee!
I'm still too young, too young to sit alone.

I write. My mother was a Florentine,
Whose rare blue eyes were shut from seeing me
When scarcely I was four years old; my life,
A poor spark snatched up from a failing lamp
Which went out therefore. She was weak and frail;
She could not bear the joy of giving life–
The mother's rapture slew her. If her kiss
Had left a longer weight upon my lips,
It might have steadied the uneasy breath,
And reconciled and fraternised my soul
With the new order. As it was, indeed,
I felt a mother-want about the world,
And still went seeking, like a bleating lamb
Left out at night, in shutting up the fold,–
As restless as a nest-deserted bird
Grown chill through something being away, though what
It knows not. I, Aurora Leigh, was born
To make my father sadder, and myself
Not overjoyous, truly. Women know
The way to rear up children, (to be just,)

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Selected Poems Of Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar [2]

[1] O WINGED STEEDS OF DESTINY

O Winged steeds of Destiny!
Holding thy reins
With confidence
And with firm hands,
We will pull them
To give ye direction,
Every time!

Lustrous and indomitable,
We are the sons of the soil
We stand by the toil
We cherish the youthful vigour;
We will pull
Thy bridle — mind you —
To give ye direction,
Every time!

O ye, the sentinels and the stars foretelling!
Our labour is marked with brilliance,
We will pull out
Thy light undecaying;
For, we can reach
The inaccessible Space
Through endurance and steadfast endeavours.
O ye, our stars!
We will, forsooth,
Take away from ye
Thy brilliance!

O ye, the moving invisible hand!
Thou art the invincible citadels
Echoing the distressed cries
Of the ill-fated ones!
Bathed in sweat
We will wash
Thy ominous lines,
And singing sweet the inspiring music
Of hard work,
We will break through
Thy citadels
Of distress and destruction!

O winged steeds of Destiny!
We will hold thy bridle
And give ye direction!

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poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar
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