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Best Poems Written by Veer Rathod

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Tempted Eyes

My Heart me tempts, at staring of her eyes,
as if but I, was like a Feast to them;
When she, at me, does glare, my Heart echoes,
"Glory to Thee" and I but start to Blush;
Can I but not utter a word to her,
be it in mind or of the blushing soul;
Know I do not, whether to take a step,
in front or go afraid and head at back;
At last but I up make my mind, and soul,
I Feast upon here eyes and she on mine.

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The Autumn Leaves

The Autumn Leaves fell down and down to Earth,
to feel the gentle touch of our Mother;
The Time, it ticked away,"Seconds" it snatched,
went devastating Life's much long, a stay;
It is as if, to hear the cry of Earth,
that Wars have come and gone and even stayed;
No Wonder Earth will once but shed the cries,
and Yellow Sun will once become the Red;
The Autumn Leaves fell down and down to Earth,
to feel the gentle touch, and cried and burned.

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Youths Right

What else is more pleasurable for the youth,
when they are able to stand amongst the youth;
When they are not instructed by the old,
but are then able to choose their path on own;
When they tread steps beyond the comfort zone,
and see with eyes their own, the world and truth;
The youth has now to face the future tough,
the days are gone of how that old had grown;
The old once had stood in bright sunlight,
but time is now of youth to win the fight.


Note: Hey, how are you doing, fellow poets and readers?! It has been a long time since I've uploaded a poem on here. One year and three months, to be precise. This poem is something that I had written back in 2020, when I was still in my adolescent glory, with hope and dreams. Though I've not been through extremes, growing up still had it's toll, especially in the pandemic, where I was sad, frustrated, lazy, and lonely many-a-times. Though I'm not sure if I'll be writing poems regularly from now on, I do like writing poems, and will share them with you guys. Hope you enjoy my poems!!

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Outside

A fish in tank, still moves it's fins, and swims at the very edge of safety, but why?
A Bird in Cage, still flaps its wings, and pokes its beak, and sees the blue blue sky, but why?
A Child in Womb, kicks and kicks so to get out of the warm safe heaven true, but why?
A Fish will be meat to other big fish, and birds find worms to eat, and cats to defeat.
A Child will maybe rise, only to find, about Humanity, the Human lies.

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War Days

Gone past, are those of
best of days in vain;
The thought does surge,
me through the total pain;
Of once we're covered lands,
now stand Blood Rain;
Earth cries, in hopelessness,
as beauty slain;
To me you tell this,
waged War great, what gain?

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The Seized Sky

Euphony Success didn't reach
 at my House Divine;
Money in Dress did teach
 the lie in Shrine;
Honey Access did preach the 
 shy for wine;
Rummy Progress did Breach
 did die the Shine;
Dummy Excess did Seize
 the Sky of Mine.

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Just the Same

In the warm embrace of summer lovely, when my one tiny heart is frostbitten beyond fire; 

When my memory vanishes, with not a trace left to recall and cry over; 

When my body no longer promises, to my will it’s obedience-power; 

The love you bestowed on me, when is disposed by the cruel time and fate; 

Even if you unify with the Earth, and waters, I would still love you just the same...

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Engulfed

Engulfed in the adventures,
Life my gave;
Had Soul forgotten, madly
Loved Her I;
That once my Heart, was grasped,
by Her Hands Warm,
That I, in eyes, used once, to get in lost;
It is, that now, dwells hate,
in deep, my Heart.

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A Mosaic

I have written for some time now and pause,
the quill in my hand rests from wear and tear;
The realization strikes me in my mind,
my mentor used to hold his quill the same;
In morning walks I wave my hand to greet,
the stranger smiles and I remember how,
my Brother used to wave his hand the same;
The time I contemplate, I bite my lip,
my heart shows me a vison and an ache,
my Love bit them the same, what I recall;
The gust of wind, it ruffles my long curls,
and I push back the hair, like Mother mine;
I stargaze, longing my eyes bear, like him,
oh how my Father gazed at them the same;
and then come now to terms with fact I do,
that truly, me for one - a Mosaic whole,
of all I have even been in with or love.