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I felt a little, lovely thought
Rushing through my heart
Pretty like a face in the crowd
Poetic as the presence in a dream
It filled my soul with bliss and warmth
Yet before I could jot it down
Lost was it like a shooting star
As those faces vanish in the crowd
As dreams go so short-lived
Lost was the thought in mind’s maze
Trying as I am to recall the same
I could sense no sign of success
Unclear and obscure it stays yet
I feel the vestiges of its pure bliss
Like the ripples in a lotus pond!
Ashok Krishna
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