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Amit Joshi Poem
Temple may be far from my place,
Let me bring smile, to someone’s face.
Life began with a sweet charm,
enjoying till extreme, no matter what harm.
Childhood was beautiful as could be,
Without exasperation and necessitate, eternally free.
It was then I took a new dive,
Adorn in a uniform, I entered school life.
Confined boundaries saw the emergence of new faces,
Flatten my life and left without traces.
Some, embarked their facsimile in my mind,
Contemplative about them I was in cloud number nine.
Feelings were saturated with love and emotions,
Everything tempting, beyond any fascinations.
Third phase was phase of certitude,
My contumelious nature made me crude.
Parents and family took a back seat,
To the tunes of my friends, I was a dancing fleet.
Afternoons became sleepy, active were the nights,
Bikes, brawls, convulsion were common sights.
Inconsiderate, careless about my future,
Forgot almost everything taught by my teacher.
Standing on a crossroad, with a question mark,
I was 25 and my future seemed dark
Friends, who use to say never will they leave,
Smiling with others they went, hard to believe.
Wasted opportunities to guide my life,
All I could do now was compromise.
Standing alone in the scotching sun,
Some hands covered me so that skin does not burn.
Turned back to see whose hands were they,
My parents like an answered prayer
Mother removed pebbles from the road;
Father advanced his hand so that I could hold.
They guided me to my destination,
Brace me, without any hesitation.
In no time took me out of my blues,
Parents like you are very few.
You were always there, right from the start,
I thank you from the core of my heart.
Copyright © Amit Joshi | Year Posted 2015
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Amit Joshi Poem
Seeing, what others want us to see,
Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea.
Tears inside, still continuing with a glee,
Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free.
If this is life then what are we?
Condign figurine, maneuver by thee.
Even if we wish to, cannot flee,
Hypocrisy insinuates a denouement spree.
This world! A forlorn tree,
Subtle roots, nix flowers to be.
Living in the jungle of heartless “HE”
Don’t snatch my heart, I prithee,
In the name of God, let me---------- be ME.
Copyright © Amit Joshi | Year Posted 2015
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