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Robin Tejpal Poem
I know not how and when
but i will meet you again..
Perhaps,
in the curls of your hairs
or in the corner,
in that empty chair..
You still wear that shawl
When the winters crawl
May be I'll just rest on your shoulder
when the scarlet falls..
Or may be I'll rest on your lips
Like a story unstripped
Sure you'll hold onto it
not losing the grip..
I'll be on your fingers too
in the letters you type
and erasing them again
in those sleepless nights..
Lost few years
in the cheers and tears
Need a hand now to hold and steer..
Sitting by withering flames
If you still call me by nickname
Sure,
I'll meet you again..
- Tejpal,robin
Copyright © Robin Tejpal | Year Posted 2020
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Robin Tejpal Poem
There's a bird in its flow
There's an arrow on the bow,
There's an orange dipped in the sea
There's a white waiting to glow,
There's one with friends too many
There's one devoid of a foe,
There's the laughter in the bricks
There are glasses cracked with woes,
There's lightness at the head of the candle
There's darkness at its toes,
There's an audience watching the play
Unaware, they're part of the show..
-Tejpal,robin
Copyright © Robin Tejpal | Year Posted 2020
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