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Prerna Gurung Poem
In the ruins of yesteryears
a cave of harrowed woods
and it saves;
These tears dry and I bear;
The wind comes today
Gushing past the wild mountains
Have I not hold my heart
For why they rush to pierce?
This lust of the dusky sky
With the words I wept through
You have heard all;
Yet you rest in tranquil lie
Forever more
And pieces of my heart
Entwines again
And the trees blooms yet again in
purple hue’
Why my endless pain
abhors the wind;
dusty and severe marching again?
why the purple trees shakes
and shivers;
sweeping the streets in fallen wind
Have these sufferings not ended;
For it; has my heart survived
Sixteen years in monsoon wind’
Letters that remains clutched
In my sleeves;
For why this fairy never see
I have written all
Begging- for just mercy
Yet the wind ever halts;
The rain appeal once again
in dusky sky;
and the thunder shakes these trees
Once bloomed in wild passion’
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Prerna Gurung Poem
The gallantry of stars
glittering far beyond
A sole goes on search
of the fate unbound
Whiskers that attached
on hopes that’s tied
Moving gallons of dreams
for life is on hide
Tiny pears beckoned thirst
a piece licked her sight
This is where its hidden
for her everything is allright’
These stars might vanish
cos this is only a night
Tomorrow its time
for her to win her fight..
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Prerna Gurung Poem
All these years
life passed under sweet hollow tree
A wind blows and tears
calling me free
A life it fears
Startles my memory;
And the trees endears
when wind hurry-
lightening under me'
A destiny this life gathers
where itchy feet carry
A new dawn heart desires
and I long to be free
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Prerna Gurung Poem
Your hair
Softly blows
Under the night sky
Of another day
The moon ask
Why does your eyes wet
When its summer sky
And he bid you goodbye
Autumn love
Wait for me
One more day
For whose love
fallen earth waits to change
and I wait
another long day
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Prerna Gurung Poem
The sky soars ahead
grey in the mind
The clouds flirt with the wind
which darkens in molten red
And she cries...
this love in heat
and the desert thirsts’
Unto her bosom he drinks his wine
red and dark
And rain gushes in cloudless sky
mesmerizing beauty he holds all night
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