Poetry

I saw three girls Not more than 10 years of age Setting up their life's regular stage In the corner of the busy street Selling healthy vegetables that we eat People buying from them and bargaining No one was bothered…
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I don’t want any crowds in the world Whether they have gathered in the name of religions, Or in the name of nationality, Or in the name of race, it does not matter. The crowd as such is ugly, And the crowd has…
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Somewhere in a far-off land Someone might need your words. A random post from a random guy Can question your self-worth. Are we giving at least one person The meaning to live and to feel alive? Are we not ignoring that…
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The twilight sun, retreats to its nadir, Moon-rise! Flanked by its twinkling fellowship, And the darkened groves their softest shadows wear, The night beckons me with its gentle courtship. I lay on the dew freshened grass,…
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Bloom like a flower Who knows she would Wither tomorrow anyway. Go out of that comfort zone Like pupa that re-enters the world again Like a butterfly - Gracefully ignorant of his Stunning colourful beauty Save…
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The forest opened its doors To lure in unwary travellers. Purple trees swayed in the wind Yellow apples grew in trunks Green snakes hanged from trees Black flowers formed carpet. Friendly snakes Welcomed travellers.…
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What shall it ought to be called? I hide your shades in my verses Or you are read in each word Or with you, the rhythm converses Or I reach you frequently, for what my heart urges Do I endeavour to evict your absence?…
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I sipped a brew of flavours- adrak, elaichi, cheeni, kulhad the essence of leaves churning comfort slowly, no nosing around no questioning skilfully yet so kind, rummaging through the mind’s unkempt…
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The more I hold on tight, I remember all those fights, I had to fight for keeping you by my side. The more I want to let it go, I remember all the moments of disdain, And you thought Only you were the one in pain.…
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I stood stoic, by the stream, before I could hold no more, And limbs gave weigh, they’d always been strong, I ask of those responsible for my gore, Where did I and my unborn calf go wrong? Progeny of a free land I was,…
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