Category: Poetry
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Guardians of what?
YOUR values? YOUR definition of nations? YOUR plans for other’s lives? YOUR imaginary friends? on this tiny inconsequential spec of dirt Guardians of what?
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Poetry on last day of college
Recently a few students of Aligarh Muslim university approached me to record a poetry for their seniors to be played on last day of college. This poetry was a gift from the current batch to passing away batch on their farewell.
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Paying the price for being born in the wrong country
A man burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son I ran to the neighbours to beg for help, food for my son and roof to sleep Only to be labelled as the man who burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son
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A Generation dumbing down #Haiku
Read disagree attack Just abuse, no logic or thought generation dumbing down complete
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Religion of peace #ParisAttacks
Religion of peace , mine is religion of peace , and pressed the trigger #ParisAttacks
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If Nirbhaya happened now : #Haiku
If Nirbhaya happened now , there would be another protest, against protesters. The times so twisted, Question is not why the protest but, What right to protest.
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Rain, A cup of tea – Haiku
Rain ,a cup of tea Some soul music to go with Life, I have arrived
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Who are we
Who are we , A speck of dust A thread of imagination Are we Gods, Gods of our own creation Which we created Created to build something greater Something to forget our mortality Something to become immortal Are we creations For amusement of the mighty or beings to fulfill a higher purpose purpose so high…
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Nostalgia – Ode to college life and friends -English Poem
Life will throw a lot of challenges and there is a danger, Someday our best pal might be a stranger, it will become hard to recollect names, forget our old stupid games.
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Nostalgia – Ode to college life and friends (English)
Nostalgia English Since long have I waited for this day wondering what ahead of me lay I used to say,for 4 years I survived this then how come when its over something seems amiss A lot is left unsaid and unheard a lot of memories still unstirred who will now make my nick names who…