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Best Poems Written by Gunjita Chopra

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Eucalyptus

Eucalyptus
Amidst those scorching rays,
Standing tall; limbs high up,
Waving, not caring to disrupt.
Roots, busy finding their ways,
Shallow inside flimsy ground.
Inner serenity, not corrupting
When the reflection of bearing
No fruits is taken into account.
Alive to the pneuma of its life,
Laying in essence of its leaves.
Bane of its longevity, still eased,
Pull of timber want, on the rise.
Mere portrayal of more than just 
 A giving empire, meant to be cut…

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Me and Memories

Me and memories

There I stand,
No, not amidst the chaos!!
But by the side of a coffee shop.
I hardly change even as years pass by;
Expressionless, lofty being, I say!

Sipping their coffee or tea
Some tiny creatures encircle me,
Perhaps for my shed and bench to settle;
Still never one way, their convos entertain.

Oh! There I see,
Two birds flying different ways
Will they come back for my sake?
Another cobweb of doubt,
Waiting for wipeout, with their reunion.

Well! That blooming, informal bond
Between the gardener and his plants,
Watering the roots of knowledge;
Strengthen the purpose of my birthplace.

Right, there I stand,
As a still witness to thousands of memories,
Pictures, bonds, built and broken.
The day ends with the hope of much more;
Questioning the longevity of me and memories...

This poem is about a banyan tree in our college...

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Fall

Poem: Fall
Fall, you made me strong.
Made me realize, I was wrong.
Wrong were my ways, I went astray.
Went astray for fleeting pleasure,
Forgetting, my task is a treasure.
Glozing over my transgression,
Negligence became an obsession.
Utterly shunned by the triumph,
My past glory became numb.
Fall, I fall like an autumn leaf,
On the ground of remorse and grief.

You, smothered me in the toxic air
Of guilt and despair…
But then, were you the end?
My little inner voice questioned.
Fall and then rise, it’s the music of life.
A fortune in disguise, bestowed on...
More dynamic, I became thereupon,
Took you to be a wake-up call.
They say at times, it’s good to fall.

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Suffering-An Art

A new experience,
Knocks the door of your heart,
You let it in, in silence;
Little knowing, bliss is miles apart.

Swaying you off stability,
Staining your nerves and lifeblood,
And robbing your serenity,
You find your heart buried in mud.

That ticker strives hard,
To beat and beat; push past the pain.
The air of stupor is barred,
Letting the feelings of embrace rain.

Washing off the mud 
Of dead and depressed emotions...
Mitigation begins to scud,
Breathing new life in blood’s ocean.

Long back, a new experience,
Knocked the door of your heart,
You let it in, in utter silence;
Little knowing, it’s actually an art.

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Evil Sheds

Poem: Evil Sheds
He was a petty
Product of clay
For them, just
Another prey,
Who got trapped
In a luring way,
Muted and tied
With threads
Of ransom or some
Dead dreads,
Spun and worked,
In evil sheds.

Return me to once
Owned pride,
That was all, his
Body cried.
Well, his creators
A lot tried.
Perhaps, the efforts 
Later earned.
But the face of race
Surely burned,
In sinful fire; mercy
Was churned!


This poem is about child abduction

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That Life

Poem: That life…

Grass, ready to burn with Sun.
Dew, flowing up to the Heaven run.
The light, setting some concealed price.
Soon, darkness will lose its pride.

Oh yes! There the Lord of herd arrives,
For daily chores; that life thrives...
Hilltop greets, hearing that calls.
Watching and tending, till the dusk falls.

That’s his duty on that little piece!
Nothing to pity; the fruit is wool fleece,
Showered on us from a heavenly terrain.
That’s his life with sheep—so humane.