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Moksha Kochar Poem
Clashes of riches
For everyone wishes to be pronounced “thor”
Their hammer being the only way for them to score,
For they all need keys to unbind forbidden doors.
The answer meanwhile has been stitched to a lame roar,
He who hears it, can decipher all the nameless lores.
Copyright © Moksha Kochar | Year Posted 2025
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Moksha Kochar Poem
My eyes avoid meeting your tongue,
For they abhor the sight of enchanted lung.
My breaths’ casted in hell,
Where I respire amongst broken bells,
My heartbeat enclosed in an abandoned cell.
All to prevent being stung by virtue shunned cause of cursed spell.
Copyright © Moksha Kochar | Year Posted 2025
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Moksha Kochar Poem
Fury of cage,
Forbade him from rage.
For he knew he was in pain,
Which gave him joy from the sorrowest gains.
Deemed to be horrid,
Demise from torrid.
He was slandered,
For the world’s a foul stage.
Scowled, dreaded, hated,
For the lack of unamounted goal.
Jokes, what happens to you’re bowl,
When you chose to find beauty in horrid ghouls.
All you’ll taste is, are the fouls you’ve committed.
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Moksha Kochar Poem
Screams taking up all I own
Screams making me believe I am no one
Screams enchanting him over my sorrow
Cause his joy only lies on my failed tomorrow.
They try and try
To ensure I give up
My eyes cry
For they never give up.
They take my beauty
They take my time
They take my energy
To I can never recognize whats mine
But my beauty was never limited to time
And my energy recharges from the harmony of shallowest chime.
Whats mine will be what I am
And a little scream
Cannot prevent my yell.
Copyright © Moksha Kochar | Year Posted 2025
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