Kumar Poems - Poems about Kumar

When noon's warm rays upon my college fell, My professor spake of fresher's festive spell, A farewell party, where I was to play The anchor's role, and guide the merry way.. In BCA's hallowed halls, she did reside, A sophomore fair, with eyes hid inside, Her spectacles, a veil to conceal her sight, Yet laughter danced upon her lips, a wondrous light. I,...

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Your tresses fickle by my eyes Every dusk, And they start a procession Of your remembrance. My heart sings your melodies, and my ears listen your laughter. But my eyes crave to see your smile, (Which in the whole worldwide were only yours whose no image I hold, but only the feelings.) In each and every breath I take, there's your fragrance. My dear, You...

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Hiding in plain sight Ready to shoot him Dark side of human The sounds of gunfire Bullets killing Kumaar Horrible bloody scene Red Red and Red Gulshan Kumar is dead.....

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My father never wasted time in taking his kids in his lap or playing with them, he was busy in breaking mirrors, hitting the doors or his head against a wall or slapping his children or abusing everyone when helplessness trapped him in the web of poverty, illness and unfulfilled desires Orthodox and religionist in him taught us all superstitions, and made him...

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Vijay you are such an Inspiring character possessing extreme ...

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When I goggle at the screen Of wild black yonder, O Stars! I feel a blazing avidity In my vital limbs Elan eyes of the angels, Invested in with thousand finesses, Show your cloudless sparkle to the ignorant world The magnetic star adjacent the Moon to guide the sailor way out, My heart responds to thy flickering with life, You ignites my bituminous soul, With an immortal...

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When my hollow present blows The dying embers in the heart grate A fond childish Cinders glows up The frozen black memory melts past colours, A sparkle of rainbow recollections, As I walk up on our trodden pavement I saw a slash of sea between houses Thy red dress like a bright red boat Sink in golden sand, blue fishing nets Brown fort walls,...

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The Death of the River When I see the mirror I can see the inner working of my machinery, Look my mental wire renders ...

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I SALUTE BABU KUNWAR SINGH Let me tell you the story of a true warrior king, ‘Ran Bankura’, grand old Babu Kunwar Singh; Who was a land lord But wielded the sword! Remember the rebellion of 1857, when India had a first shout Babu Kunwar led it in Bihar and did it without any doubt....

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Why are we shocked with the space we owe? Conveys with it a specific frustration With not a single companion to have, But how little we need to bring The main exhilaration that exists, Is the exhilaration we've carried with us Frangipanis outside needs thy steady acclaim, The inflated shafts, once a primary fascination Looks fit for somebody other than me Still it’s mine Now...

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My Gallery In upper part of my body A cognitive bell rings From a dial-up connection of live wires The modem is working just To repeatedly provide the facsimile of Barren and bald paths Inner lumbering of daily freight Coiling, clutching upward There is no vivacity The vital force has parasited How I inhale life? My days and nights are bolted Inside a brain cell, My voice has held back It lays...

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