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Kavindraa Sinha Poem
The lost treasure chest,
All of sudden appeared,
Floating on condensed oily-
The surface of the water, Contaminated,
Oh No, the purification rituals,
Sanctifying all over scattered-
Spread our hard-earned dignity...
No not at all, the dignity is retained
And that is kept inside that lost chest...
Somewhere I had flipped through
The thoughts of Schrodinger.
Wonder, would that rat still alive
Inside that treasure box
Destined to survive with destructive-
Nuclear substance...This is clueless...
We just speculate, or
Live with the Hyphenated-outcomes..
Self consolation is nothing
But that Unusual Smile...
We have mastered it already.
That unusual smile,
Contagious in nature,
makes us feel sad,
Hopeless and disinterested.
That unusual smile,
fetching the high TRP for
News Entertainment Media,
Corporates and Big business houses,
The losses and profits
are being calculated only for
That unusual smile...
No one can escape
from that unusual smile...
We exist for that unusual smile..
Say cheez, And Smile!!!.
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The incognito noise,
The unhealed trauma,
The endless distress,
The suffering infinite
Become the idiom,
That is testing us,
Breaking us from within,
The perennial angst and despairs
Need to be burnt into the ashes,
The pyre of it
Will detoxify the existence,
The Dawn...
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In the serenity
Of the restless times,
Amidst all chaos
Standstill,
An imposed impasse
That defines
The priority of
An emotional world,
The world often makes
Nurtured the wrecked Self,
The self, reluctantly
Suffixing its worthiness,
To sustain
The perennial conflict.
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The ancient times,
Buried the Genesis
Of today's psyches,
Recycled but deformed,
Stale and stinking-
Evolutionary idioms?
The visual décor
And the packaging
Of rotten,
Oh no, The heaven
Ruined with the billowing smokes,
Hiding the power of Sun,
Drumming the catastrophe.
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