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 Poem Gaze Far beyond the gaze Of the eyes line Is seen the place Where the admiration lies. It is the line of horizon Where the gaze reaches Where the sky comes down And greets the sea waters. It is so Evanescent To see the clouds Vanishing  in the horizon Where  the birds must be Visiting the nature s carnival. The gaze sees the sky line For hours to sublime Till the sun sets down gently Reminding of the next day's hyme.

 Poem The coloured pots The mud is moulded Into mud pots by moulding Each mud pot of different shape With different colour patterns arising. Man is also moulded By different emotions and moods With happy and sad moods And ups and downs woven in every route. The pots have the same use Of storing water in it Inspite of their different shapes Making them more rich. Man should also have The same attitude of courage Inspite of the different interplay Of emotions and moods in savage.

 Poem The lost second The passing seconds Reaping benefits often Giving different reactions Making a smile proud. If we lose one second Even when the lost were to be found The gains were not abound Things looked less worthy. Then it is not like a room locked We can cope that lost second Search it with an amateur s eye And fix the things like a crown. So that there will be Lots of things that are sound And the world will wear The precious crown in the time abound.