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Best Poems Written by Ankita Dhawan

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The 13th Amendment

Footsteps heard from afar 
Caught in the glimpse of 
Strange shadows on walls,
the unknowable visor of 	
approaching men in uniform, 
wedged in the unbroken frames 
of those shadows;
Carrying their guns and arms,
They throw a basket of broken
Legs lost in the war, a dump yard
Of human remains

And there through the window
Struck by the very first sight
Are those pair of peeping eyes
That seek answers for all that is
Left and is yet to come,
They speak of all the pain
Felt in the anguish of the bygones,
A struggle to fight for
All that is fair and just, 
To level the men of his ‘breed’
One amongst many born unequal
They see affected patterns of color,
The raunchy division of scattered
Privileges 

In moments of solitariness, they
Look ahead into the future with a
Vision so pure; 
a utopian ideal it seems
To many of his kind, unachievable yet
Worth fighting for, for years
Of unsolicited beatings, they
Only wish to see a world of 
Equals, the world as a homogeneity of
Dark and blank pieces, 
 
Men of ‘his breed’ 
Stand up to wrong all the
Blank pieces covered in shadows
By the ‘darkness’ of their own
Misdeeds, 
So a world without
Fear would be created for once,
The end of a gruesome chapter
And the beginning of a liberal one

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Love Underestimated

I love you, you love me
And that’s what it means to
Be free .

She loves him, he loves
Another him and that’s what
It means to be too good looking.

He loves her but isn’t sure
If she loves him back and this
Is what it means to be sitting
On a toilet seat.

He breaks up and then gets back
She cheats again and loses his
Trust, but she still loves him
So she comes back hoping he’ll
Take her back, only this time he
Cheats on her; so here it goes again-
She loves him but cheats on him,
He loves her only to get back at
Her and this is what it means
To solve trigonometry

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An Ordeal To Be Forgotten

Dear diary,
My vented heart speaks to you today,
Help me forget the terrible bygones;
The misfortunes of a young girl,
The pain that she felt
In the coercion of another’s body’s act,
Her screams that were wasted
In crying out for help,
The violent hunger that unleashed 
Itself on her naïve innocence.
The animals that bit her all over,
Left her abandoned in a place where
No one could find her.

The night soon followed her,
It was darkness that embraced her
Bruised beauty.
She lay in her last breadths of the hour,
When she felt lighter than before,
Released from the burdens of her karma.
And suddenly all blacked out,
In a split second she was gone, and
Peace is all she felt.

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A Meaningless Purpose

Strolling down the road
The fresh air of spring,
Amidst the rustling of leaves
And whoosh of the 
pleasant breeze,
A calmness of the self sets in, 
no thoughts only a lost
Soul in a beautiful wonderland.

A name not given,
A mind not known,
Only the world that is seen
Today finds its power in 
The hope of resilience.


Nature winds itself in the
Realization of this truth, the
Soul lost in a thoughtless space,
Makes way for another journey
A journey that everyone will 
Face once and still not know.

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White Noise

When you shut your ears 
to the hollowness around you
it’s only in the interminable sphere
of ceaseless oblivion
that you find yourself, losing the
‘Self’ to a higher unusualness; 


This unusualness has no purpose
no meaning, it’s a mere nothing,
but perhaps everything that the
world needs to achieve, to rise 
beyond the regular, learn things
that need to be left, abandoned 
with time, realizing the truth 
that there is, if there is any, within
oneself. 

This realm, how does one reach?
possibly only when all the noises  
around us become white,
absolute and blank; nothing
to question, nothing to complain, all
answers lying within that space, a void
which is there in every conscious but
concealed and dismissed by the urges
of those mistaken desires.
 
In my heart I know, in my brain
I only seek to know, but what is 
actually there to know, 
i do not know.
it is perhaps this white noise
that only needs to be known and nothing else.

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A Jump

A Jump in the puddle
and that's all it takes
to see some bubbles
and the noise it makes;
Splash splash splash
there's water all around
the joy of rain or all that's
cool,
smell in the freshness
of the wet mud and act
like a fool
A jump in the puddle is
all it takes; to make
you a child in wondrous lakes