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To Di-

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Terror in my heart
Rests placid,
Like a corrosive acid,
That bores though my mind.
Not a breath of calm it leaves behind.
Such breathing to look forward to
Is what drove me to find you.
But you are caught up in World Power
And upon questing hearts you rule and glower.

Terror in my heart rests placid
Making its present beats strange and flaccid;
Something it’s not a stranger to:
The world has had its share before you;
But now two oppressors it cannot endure.
Quick! Quick! There’s got to be some cure!
Do I let it burn, shrivel and die?
Hope for Providence to hear its silent cry?
Do I let the world and you succeed?
Or find ways to make you both cry and bleed?

My House of Gryffindor.

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Here is my House – born from the name
Of the great wizard, Godric Gryffindor.
Who was a warlock tough and honourable,
Fiercely strong as the wind on a moor.

His best trait though lay not in Power,
Or Honour, or Bravery beyond logic.
But in the very fact that he let All
Join Hogwarts, to enrich the gift of magic.

The Hat that judges with cool wisdom,
The Sword embedded with rubies red,
Belonged to this man who esteemed
Knowledge and Fairness, which was inbred.

Gryffindor, then, is the House,
Of vibrant Red mixed with Gold,
Where the Lion’s Emblem stands guard,
To stop any evil – be it new or old.

It produces students who are exceptional,
As regards their courage, which never ends,
As regards their determination and
The code of loyalty amongst friends.

Here is my House where I am loved,
Here is my House – Gryffindor!
Here are my brave, loyal and courageous friends –
Why should I possibly ask for more?

Time.

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Time passes us by and memories are made,
Dreams pass on with Youth’s last sigh,
And things move closer to death’s shade,
While all that we are, all that is, is going to die.

Remember? How it was when we first –
Remember is all that we seem to do…
That smile, that rose, that meeting, that thirst,
What you were to me, what I was to you.

Time passes and emotions cool down by degree,
If I smile now you don’t see the light in the eyes;
For now love is tempered by chaste reality
And we realized that everything that was and is dies.

What of the time I fantasized of Knights,
Charging down to take me from the real of life?
It has faded slowly when, in heartbroken nights,
Comprehending that pieces of paper make a husband and wife.

The lessons time shows are hard to bear,
Everything that goes high descends with a fall,
Dreams have youth while age has hope’s share,
The irony of this rant on Time being: it cures All.

6th November.