Short Gruelling Poems
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Gruelling summer
Relents with the squall this night
A bluish release
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April 30//2017
The heat of a gruelling day
Dissolves into dusk
Sifts yellows and gold
From the parched brown earth
Into the colours of the sea
Drops drop on dry soil
sky is crying from gruelling heat
humidity takes over from here
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charismatic smell of soil in rain
little droplets bouncing off leaves
earth imbibe water with suspire
She came towards me
With arms opened wide
Ever so gently caressing my upturned face.
Softly,sweetly,so soothing,
A lover's touch,
Enraptured in the warm embrace of the beaming moon,
Surrounded by pulsating stars
In the dark velvety night sky,
It felt like heaven
A gorgeous end to a gruelling day!
L-ong and arduous journey
O-pens your life to faith;
V-igorously reach your goal,
E-nter into the heaven's gate.
L-ong and arduous journey
I-s also the difficult way;
B-ecause it's marked by great effort,
E-leventh of March Sunday.
R-ough and rigorous road
A-llows your eyes to see
T-he hard and gruelling labor
O-f the long and arduous journey.
Mask ....
I love wearing mask it hides my poking
nose ,
And protects me from the sneezing doze.
It takes the safety limit to the sky ,
But I don't know why
I love my mask ?
Because being at home is a gruelling task .
At last ,
the world I would like to ask ,
When will we take out the mask?
When will we show our beautiful faces?
And will there be no covid cases?
They say,
a time cometh where a lad and a lass
strike parity.
The thought itself is everlasting
insanity.
For the world is gruelling and they ooze of
pity
And men's politicking,to them,is a feat near impossibility.
Drums are not needed to boom my
views.
All hail men! Women pay your
dues.
Woman,
whilst we engage in battle,
face your cooking pot
For marginalization shall die
not.
Form:
I want to return home
I'm sick of being alone
the green house, my warm room
without this dense feeling of gloom
i want to be with the people i know
where the days arent so gruelling and slow
the place filled with warmth and laughter
where i would live happily ever after
sitting around together eating tea
with them telling me they love me, unconditionally
but honestly I'm just lying through my teeth
because this is all just hireath
Life-a word of four letters
a quest runs in four corners
found diverse in four seasons
yet unsolved since four Yugas
Not appears gruelling but
none can define it truly
no way but confronting as
nothing remains forever
Dark clouds of grief dispersed by
the rapturous new sunshine
heat waves of arduous times
solaced by the cool raindrops
Age takes away steadily
one's power and charisma
the ultimate turn to Him
fills the heart with sublime joy
PLACE: 3rd