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Rohit Bejjala Poem
on this wonderful earth
from our birth to the death
unfortunately,
we are travelling with worthless faith on the path,
we are moving quite crazy by being lazy,
omitting the truth,
that is hiding beneath our breath
changing wonders to squanders,
going and glowing without actual growing
with a sound war between the health and the wealth
struggling for happiness
searching the sign and rhyme of fullfillness to full illness,
congesting for the longest quest of life with many surprising twists,
turned the life mystical test with the absence of rest.
Copyright © Rohit Bejjala | Year Posted 2020
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Rohit Bejjala Poem
I love the winter chilling winds
that swings with long nights and short day plays,
feeling warm under the woollen jackets and blankets
having hot tea with the treat of whispering shivers,
when the day blooms,
dewdrops glitter on the petals of lovely flowers,
These are the long nights that make magics with shining stars,
whitey fog tries to stop the bobbling headlights of cars,
I feel the dance of droplets on the window panes
a campfire on the ground with tiny wooden pieces
rubbing my freezing palms,
feeling the copious fire,
listening soothing cracking sound around my bound,
my body craves to touch the rays of the sun,
I go on a walk with my cute little dog in that thick white fog,
I write my name on a glass pane,
haaa voooooo ,,huh huu,,
shivering,,, shivering..!
it's the rhythm from my mouth,
waiting for the sun for mirth.
Copyright © Rohit Bejjala | Year Posted 2020
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