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Krishna Kurmi Poem
Thou’re closed to lagoon; nay any fathom,
Mock with my vile scream and move on.
Myself is only sticking here on my own,
Don’t shed tears when this love is gone.
Trees forgo leaves for winter,
Betraying is a kind of disease for trees.
A slut and the green of summer,
Adultness of nymph for birds and bees.
Thou offence shall never fades away,
All gaffes i did except disloyalty.
O unfortunate dark moon rays,
Thou adorations shouldn’t be greedy.
Shall i build a statue of thou,
Nay god but post of evil,
As my sadness grew,
A sin of heaven will unveil.
The purity of love i defined,
And the name thou concluded,
Dare not to mock with my kind,
The Indian heart and british ruled.
Copyright © Krishna Kurmi | Year Posted 2015
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Krishna Kurmi Poem
I knew she does not belongs to me,
But it was a fire that I played with heart.
Only in fairy tale a river meets sea,
She sometimes smiled then faded away apart.
The flowers I gave her are already gone blue,
The sorrow I got will slowly grow.
My you, You never let me made your hair,
You never knew how much I cared,
I put flowers on your way,
I remembered you in my every pray.
I tried to cuddle your sadness,
and was ready to carry your madness.
But today you are far,
So far not even reachable with car,
Now I knew you are not here.
You are gone far ; very far.
Far across the breeze someone is singing Huskily someone is cutting diamond ring
Another’s, my baby will be another’s,
And this will be my last song for her.
Aroma of sorrow is in the air,
And today you are far.
The flowers I gave you are already gone blue,
The sorrow I got will slowly grow.
My you
You never let me made your hair,
You never knew how much I cared,
I put flowers on your way,
I remembered you in my every pray.
I tried to cuddle your sadness,
and was ready to carry your madness.
But today you are far,
So far not even reachable with car
Now I knew you are not here,
you are gone far ;very far.
The wedding dress is sewing in her courtyard,
And my heart is being harder.
I shall be happy on my own,
when this chest will merge in stone.
My you
You never let me made your hair,
You never knew how much I cared,
I put flowers on your way,
I remembered you in my every pray.
I tried to cuddle your sadness,
and was ready to carry your madness.
But today you are far,
So far not even reachable with car,
now I knew you are not here,
you are gone far ; very far.
You are gone far,
Copyright © Krishna Kurmi | Year Posted 2016
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