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Neeraj Chavan Poem
Childhood is the best part of everyone’s life! You might think so, but there are people who’ve never experienced the beauty of this utopia. Sometimes parents often unknowingly destroy or neglect the childhood of their kids, without them even realizing it. This may have terrible consequences later in the life of these kids.
A poem on a terrorist's lost childhood..
As a kid, he cried for a pack of crayons.
But all he got was, some fat books on Maths, Science and Freons.
He grew up amidst the stench of his suffocating passion.
Tinting his mind in a rational and scientific fashion.
He went on, emphatically learning new things.
Just like the bird, flying without his own wings.
He strived and thrived to be the best.
Strangling his dreams, he laid them to rest.
Over the years, his soul was infiltrated with hatred and anger.
Piercing his heart, like an acute dagger.
And, today he creates weapons of mass destruction.
Using all his knowledge, wrecking innocent lives has become his addiction.
Who knows? It might not be his fault.
As he’s a man with his wounds on salt.
Brainwashed, seeking revenge of his mercilessly destroyed childhood.
His rational cognizance failed to discern between the bad and the good.
Copyright © Neeraj Chavan | Year Posted 2015
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Neeraj Chavan Poem
Curls of your desire,
strangle me to death.
I try so hard,
to free myself.
But end up abiding,
onto your breath.
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There's something strange between us,
a bond of predilection.
Jiggling between lust and passion,
on a thin line of expectation.
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This feeling I've got nowadays,
too vague to call it an ambition.
Like an impulsive black hole,
floating across the milky way.
Its greed of swallowing this universe,
causes the galaxies to go astray.
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Inclination knows no boundaries.
As hovering smoke,
within the fires.
Your desires,
they'll eventually burn you down.
And even if you have the town,
you shall still keep craving,
for that golden crown.
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Copyright © Neeraj Chavan | Year Posted 2015
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