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Tripti Kr Poem
Like a window with crystals of snow,
I am cold.
Like the little fire in a furnace,
I glow.
My skin so numb,
What's underneath this u ever wonder?
Why would you?
when you yourself are at the edge where u stumble.
So I ask myself,
what is this hassle, I am in mid of?
Why I feel cold
With the fire of anger, I m build of?
Perhaps it's nothing but the disability
To enact what I feel.
Hence blinded by the winter fog
And paralyzed should I become from head to heel.
So what if I swallowed the heat and
Hindered it from coming up again?
Next, I hid beneath the sheet
Because nothing no more balanced the cold pain.
In the end I realize
How foolish I am!
To compare me with the being so sacred.
Mine with the lives of snow and fire;
The sheer example of
Two contradictory existence
'the nature and a liar'.
Penned down in January, 2022
Copyright © Tripti Kr | Year Posted 2022
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Tripti Kr Poem
People here and there are begging with their screams,
looking at others with a hopeful glimpse.
I saw it yesterday in the eyes of a child,
body depicted hunger
and shrunken chest, lack of pride.
Trembling voice of his
when I asked him his name,
followed me to the cries remain hidden in his veins.
He was terrified probably because of me.
Still stood right up, head hung
probably due to greed.
Eyes filled with emptiness
losing hope slowly.
A gesture of thanks
when the prize came up rolling.
Million like him
awaits someone to reach them out.
Have lost trust and scope;
say people chosen would
be last to serve their hope.
Act of kindness is what they please,
Many of them finding no way out to squeeze.
They are looking for us maybe,
those children and the adults:
slowly coming to their knees
notifying they finally give up.
Give up on their dreams,
their working, their respect and much more.
To them, the life is pretty sore.
Let's cease their forever waiting,
maybe not all but some could find escape from this corpse dwelling.
Maybe not a lot you could do
but a little won't hurt
would be a good deed for
kindness pleasing dirt.
Caring for someone unlikely make you weak;
Serving someone would not portray you as a freak.
You won't be a follower but a server
if you think about.
Try once getting that gesture,
if you still have a doubt.
Possibly it would tempt you
possibly it would call
possibly you would be able to see
the suffering that grows on....
Copyright © Tripti Kr | Year Posted 2021
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A beautiful paradise,
My freedom.
The golden sunbeam,
My freedom.
The darkness that calls me
Upsets me next moment
Because of the reality
Of my confined liberation.
And today I ask,
If this is free
And the utopia I wish for
Is it just greed?
Patriarchy, discrimination,
Terrible crimes
Want to shut them all for a while and feel just fine.
So that in the end
I can see the beginning of my little paradise.
Copyright © Tripti Kr | Year Posted 2023
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Place after place
City after city
I have been searching
the liking that I deserve;
the spirit, a physique might have
snuggled.
The idea regarding his inexistence
excites me,
Then the lies I feed myself
might subside me.
It's in my eyes, the living desire
can't thee see!
I ask if he believes in me?
I ask if I can as well?
I ask if I must await,
a guy I believe
may never walk the aisle?
omitted vowel: "o"
DATE-29/6/2021
Copyright © Tripti Kr | Year Posted 2021
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