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Shubham Pandey Poem
My Guest Rain
Hello My Guest Rain,
You Sober and Simple,
But you are truth as life,
Nobody can control you,
nor hate you,
You are favorable all of us,
Those who welcome you warmly,
you give them blessing.
When a kid see you,
He feels joy,
When a mature man see you,
He retrace his old memories,
When an old man see you,
He feels tranquility,
You have the same feeling,
for all of us,
And you never discriminate with us.
My Dear Guest Rain,
You brings positivity, fruition
and tranquility for those lives,
Who welcome you warmly.
My Dear Guest Rain,
When you touch the face,
Then the face become happy,
Such as a kid become happy.
While watching his father,
arriving in evening.
My Dear Guest Rain,
Your arrival is as important as departure,
And I promise you when,
you come again ,
I will happily welcome you.
- Shubham Pandey
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Shubham Pandey Poem
HUMANS
They weep, when they get hurt.
They laugh, when others are hurt.
They protect their unsatisfied home.
They attack on other’s heaven.
They always live life with discrimination.
A single drop of their blood is precious for them
But they never feel guilty to kill other’s infancy.
They always represent themselves as a proprietor.
They feel serenity in their gadgets.
They hate animals, they kill animals,
They love animals, they eat animals
But they are more dangerous than animals.
They pretend that they are devotees of serenity
But they themselves are the cause of War.
They do not need any Sickle
Because their fake love is enough to kill others.
When you are dead, when you leave your property
Then you are the most favorable guy for them in the earth.
Humans, your perception is wrong for others.
Humans, your partiality for caste is wrong.
Humans, your behavior towards animals are wrong.
Humans, your desire for lust is wrong.
Humans, your decision for nature is wrong.
Humans, you are wrong, your sin is nor forgivable.
Humans, a lot of pain is coming for you.
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Shubham Pandey Poem
A Miserable Night
Locked the door, Locked the mouth,
I am crawling across the floor to hide,
My lungs pulling the air as much as possible,
As it is the last breaths of my life.
The drop of sweat is moving on my forehead,
My tongue is dry, eyes are wet.
I freeze under the bed,
I can’t move, nor speak,
This static scene seems like a portrait.
They screaming like an Sylvan Wolf.
Oh God! Oh God! they came, like a premature death,
They are not knocking the door,
They are piercing my heart,
I am only a sacrifice goat,
My face became white as snow,
They became successful in their intention,
They stand in my room, in my life.
A man has caught my neck like a butcher grabs a goat,
I saw three devils, not three men,
He aims on me, I can feel myself half dead,
They are howling on me, they are going to kill me,
Presumably unfortunately this is my destiny,
A Gun fired three times, not on me,
Now the devils are lying on the floor,
A Soldier, A God, A Life savior, He saved me.
Soldiers came but it’s too late,
Many lives, many emotions, many possessions are burnt,
This night is as dark as coal,
This holy ground is as red as blood,
This pain is as miserable as wild cold wind,
After few clock ago, this village was heaven,
Now this village is burning like hell.
:- Shubham Pandey
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