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Best Poems Written by Nandita Goswami

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Dreading the Dawn

This long night has to pass,
while the fate of morning still unseen
dreading the dawn,the fear struck
but still hoping somethig might change..

few hours of blood and tears,
counting my breath with utmost fear,
with this unfair judgement of lord,
still facing the truth, which is not..

taking the guilt of other's sins,
unravelling the rhymes of my own past,
still anticipating somethig to happen,
in these few hours which won't last..

five, five is the time of morning light,
decision unchanged, with the knot so tight,
I see the darkness with my eyes closed
feeling the death so chill and cold..

I whine over my own fate,
and hate myself more than this uncanny world,
but still i hope somethig might change,
may it be a nightmare, 
with these fears washing away,
redeeming myself to live just one more day...

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The Red Signal

I stopped with others
As the light turned red,
Wiping the sweat off my face,
I cursed the unkind Sun.

I saw this girl, thin and delicate,
Holding a metal ring and a scarf red.
Her body moved in rhythm, with no music,
An audience not bothered of her presence.

She did some stunts
With the ring as a prop,
I stared in awe,
her performance left me numb.

Bestowed with talent, an artiste she was none,
a dweller of the street and her clothes torn.
Defining perfection, her eyes so green,
A red signal is where she begins…

No applause for her as she finished,
Amidst strangers, a hope she searched.
Looking at her, she did notice,
Came to me with arms stretched.

I fished into my pockets for a coin or two,
Found a note of ten instead,
Handing it to her, I offered a smile,
Smiling back she left in haste.

Her thought haunted me all the way,
No rehearsal or a stage to play,
A red signal holds all her wants,
Destined to begin when ‘else halts…

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The Story

I see this monument,
looks like an old palace..
standing amidst the mountains,
singing the dirge of its abandonment..

it saw many generations,
kings and queens reigned in it,
common men envied the skill of its creator,
once that stood with regal dignity, is now a heap of stones,
left behind by an anonymous ruler..

It regaled the historians with its tales,
sure it found its place in books,
won the hearts of people, for whom its just a relic,
and those who never cared how it looked..

It withstood the forces of nature all these years,
but now lies battered and weak..
once that stood too bold to be shaken,
will soon fall and break into pieces,
taking along with it the 'buried lives'..

A new monument will then take its place,
beaming with 'pride' and 'immortality'
starting a new fold of generation,
weaving slowly its own STORY....

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The Sound of Silence

This poem is on the feelings of an 'undertaker' who makes coffins for his livelihood.

White shroud of sadness,
and a mourning crowd,
sounds of silence, pleasant to none,
summons me to come, i hear it often.

complacent i may appear to be,
but i am not happy,
a shoulder i can offer i know,
but lose count of tears that had followed.

chiseling through the wood,
i wonder if i knew them,
though 'feet' i did precisely measure,
can i promise comfort to those who lie there?

fading faces i wont remember,
and names no longer matter,
my hands put an end to all
and tomorrow there shall be some other.

some eyes do look down on me,
and i don't ask why,
this is what i do, i confess,
for a 'living', i let their hopes die...