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Harsh Jinger Poem
May march forth, enter paradise my quill
May you hath,myriad cent hearts to fill
you prosper in , you fame in admiration
he parents in turbulence, he friends in quietude
he winkles in humans, as lustrous source of inspiration
Greater the gratitude for me he's, symbol of his beatitude
Vis-à-vis creed, blood, caste and hard achieved, a regard
As the tributaries of the Ganga, we’ve endorsed for the one stream
As the lineage and the posterity, we’ve enshrined for the Present beam
For every invincible sword as pitfall, a mighty shield
For all tsunamic ailments as drift all, a medicated ointment
he toils in pains, as meticulous peasant in field
Where incisive libels of solecism his, intended for brisk abusement
Don’t succeed- a word against me infuriates. A REWARD!!!
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Harsh Jinger Poem
Betimes in the noiseless, scary night;
Whenne the Moon and the Stars winkle not as bright'.
Thy child, O My Lord! Recline beneath thy Firmaments
Whenne the greed to surpass beseech Divine for armaments.
Bless me- Almighty! A drop of thy might,
I 'm blind, my Benefactor! A bit of thy divine sight.
I'm esurient for edification and surreal humanity;
O my deity, for thy modicum omniscience and eternity.
Heed my Father, Regard! Thy henchman's dilapidated
Please cosset haste , He's ruffled and mutilated
Braving myself and praying as the sky is louring
An indigent in your unearthly self; his entity He's scouring.
He envisages too: My Lord! is thee thinkin' Am I true?
Then tell Thy Majesty- if I am not THIS then who?
(Am I)
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Harsh Jinger Poem
Days to come should ever endorse the beauty
of day as Today!
The oath for an ode anew, destiny of my duty.
Bon voya'e!
The path that's mine and mine alone, unvieled
yet not Untraceable!
The destination is clear, there's haze no more;
Just that path's unseen!
Also I do not fear, much that skies lour
It's no wonder- serene!
The beauty I seek for perhaps is off
the regular shores!
Beneath these stars, past those seas, doing
the Undone chores!
Copyright © Harsh Jinger | Year Posted 2019
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