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Chetna Gupta Poem
If I am his message he is my email id,
If I am his net he is my phone,
If I am his bank balance he is my pin card,
If I am his tea he is my tea leaves,
If I am his friend he is my lovely friend.
If I am his star he is my moon,
If I am his plant he is my sunlight,
If I am his soil he is my land,
If I am his air he is my atmosphere,
If I am his friend he is my cute friend.
If I am his butterfly he is my honey,
If I am his food he is my intestine,
If I am his pen he is my ink,
If I am his ant he is my sugarcane juice,
If am his friend he is my trustworthy friend.
If I am his mermaid he is my ocean,
If I am his shivering rope he is my supporting tie,
If I am his traveler he is my route,
If I am his smile he is my lips,
If I am his friend he is my respect worthy friend.
If I am his hot girl he is my cold droplet,
If I am his cold season he is my sweater,
If I am his touch he is my senses,
If I am his heart he is my brain,
If I am his friend he is my mature friend.
Copyright © Chetna Gupta | Year Posted 2019
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Chetna Gupta Poem
I was nine
when for the first time
my playmate smooched me without my consent
Which is a crime.
I never talked to him again
but yes have to meet for several times.
It hold a regret in me that why I didn't slapped
or atleast fought with him.
You know na that regrets can never be in vain until you pays.
I was fifteen
when for the first time
she told me about his father's evil side,
How he is sipping his princess' life.
She told me not to ask her to fight for right
because he is his father & she is her child.
As I knew that if this time
this woman kept quiet
she will be in the same regret that I had from nine
& I will never be able to forgive me for unabling to save a life.
In the starting I asked her to speak up
then I requested her
In the end I forced her.
The moment it all sorted it became
a victory of mine over regret
a victory of pure soul over lusty wolf
a victory of humanity over evil.
Copyright © Chetna Gupta | Year Posted 2019
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