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Prakhar Sinha Poem
cloud was acting weird all noon
like he wanna rain down
wanna make earth wet
but can’t cause earth denied
don’t know what happen between them
maybe the earth was angry
for not being their
when she was on fire
burning all around
crying for help
and now he is here
smirking and glaring at her
making excuses, singing songs
and writing poems for her
he is yelling vows of gifting his heart
and sacrificing his life
each vow intensifies with thunder strikes
shaking the earth to the nerves
making the earth to pull down the guard
and hug the cloud and sing along
but she can’t
can’t believe in him
she knows he will leave her again
he needs to, he needs to continue his journey
and she can’t follow his along
and she knows she can not bear any more pain
she tells him with a heavy heart
every word of her is like dart piercing his chest
making his heart bleed
they both are crying
and as destined clouds leave
but this time there was no goodbyes
they don't even take a glace
they set each other apart
but not for so long
this situation will come again
and they have to face each other again
maybe not as lovers but as an acquaintance
but this situation will come
till then the sky will lit up with light
and earth will be covered with flora.
Copyright © Prakhar Sinha | Year Posted 2021
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Prakhar Sinha Poem
I was shattered on shore
Beaten by the tide
Eaten by grief,
I wanna shut my eyes
So i pull my hands
But i can’t
I am shaking so my hands,
My hands crippled down to my thighs
And take rest there
For forever
I kneel and see around;
That's what i bound to do
There was no life no sense
Then a ray tackled my eyes
Refracted from sea
Depicting the vast sky
Gives me hope
To cope the grief
I get up Still shaking;
I came across fauna and flora
Of ground,
Can see clear
Menace of my eye is freed
I revolved,
Re-evolve, and reform my self
And see the life around
Copyright © Prakhar Sinha | Year Posted 2020
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Prakhar Sinha Poem
Being blind with rage
feels so good,
that being kind seems rude,
or may be i am wrong
and just effects of society
which i was never part of
Talking about having no possession
while living in a huge palace
feels so great,
that helping people feels diminishing,
or may be i am wrong
and just effect of fame
that i never had
Talking about soul after thinking of body all day
feels so romantic,
that looking past desires feels selfish
or may be i am wrong
and just effect of love and affection
that i never going to have
its weird to talk about things which
i never had
or never going to have,
while thinking they are there
feels so good,
that earning them feels so tiresome
or may be i wrong
and just effects of being poet
that's what i am or trying to be....
Copyright © Prakhar Sinha | Year Posted 2020
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