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Nakshatra Bansal Poem
When I was a little kid
I used to wonder what the world would be like,
I never counted the possibility
That I would see a head on a spike.
As I looked at the world
I saw an array of opportunities,
But I disregarded the possibility
That it could be a maze with infinite uncertainties.
I grew up believing
That maturity is what I seek,
But now that I am adolescent
I feel age is an unwanted weed.
Overlooking the age factor
I wanna stay a kid forever now,
I don’t want to become boring like others
I want to stay away from adulthood - but how?
Now that I am on the line between
A carefree childhood and a distressed adult,
Now I get to choose who I am and who I want to be;
Because I realise that childhood is not affected by age,
The heart of a child could be present even in the body of an old sage.
When I was a little boy
I was fed lies constantly,
I grew up knowing
That one only needs hardwork and success will come freely .
I grew up listening
That hardwork is the only constraint success had,
Now that I realise,
I was a fool to believe that;
I grew up believing
That a tortoise, slow and steady, wins the race,
But it was never taught
To be fast and furious, to pick up your pace.
You need time, you need intellect
You need to free yourself from the work of the world,
Stop listening to others and be responsible
‘cause to achieve success you need to be a full package together furled.
Childhood doesn’t end when you start worrying,
Nor does maturity come when you start caring;
It is just curiosity which is the only fence,
It is your will which makes all the difference.
Don’t be naïve in your view of the world,
Don’t feed lies to the future, the children;
Let them feel the reality so that they are prepared ,
Don’t just give up already, the problems have just begun.
Copyright © Nakshatra Bansal | Year Posted 2019
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Nakshatra Bansal Poem
Our God is bountiful because
She give us the right
To call her she?
And call me me
Our God is bountiful because
She tastes stillness
And gives me a taste lemon cider sugary
Her might gives us
Virtue and vice
And compels us to choose
How be she
She springs forth as nature
Perhaps just calling out to us
Our God is bountiful because…
Copyright © Nakshatra Bansal | Year Posted 2020
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Nakshatra Bansal Poem
There’s a town fifteen miles up the road
Well more of a prison really
“Since that is the direction I’m headed
Perhaps give a fellow practitioner a friendly warning.”
The town is run by a magician
A magician with the dreams of a city
A slave population to build it
So he swept up the radius,
cooked up their souls down to ash…
turned them into ants
An inhumane endeavour, thinking became illegal
“But you’re still here!?”
Yes, indeed I am.
Copyright © Nakshatra Bansal | Year Posted 2020
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We are the creation you and I
Preachers of God not good
Serving our needs in his name
No part of us left to have any shame
He did his job and flew
Made us unstable like winter dew
Left us on the brink between good and bad
Trying to figure out if we are angry or just sad
Bad if we be
Still think we can be good as he
Doers of evil we are ourselves
Thinking from every sin we are free
Good in turn if we be
In this world we must cease to be
For here no good deed works
Until we impose full decree…
Copyright © Nakshatra Bansal | Year Posted 2020
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