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  1. A simple staid life
    All was taken care.

    Deep inside though
    Buried a perception
    Few lines , a sketch
    not yet fully made ;
    perchance its a face.

    A face perennial ,endearing
    metaphysical ,ambrosial
    and chaste ,nested since
    childhood ,hid behind the
    scarlet blood in thy veins.

    In life's race and its fast pace
    Sometimes in sorrow and in pain
    Sometimes in happiness and
    when gay
    Unoccluded it usurps
    Even if for a wink i am
    able to have my way.

    Years roll by and Glimpses
    Of it is what i get
    I search ,scratch try
    to beget.
    With wistful eyes
    i look around
    Athwarted i Search
    The verdant ground.

    Alas!!someday i will
    see the face
    An old bard then :
    I shall finally have
    my grace