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Best Poems Written by Bushan Singh Chib

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Together Against To the Odds

Together Against the Odds

Though I may be poor,
My love for her is rich and pure,
She may have other boys in store,
But I know her heart is mine, for sure.

We've been together for more than three years,
And my love for her has only grown with tears,
But she says I cannot walk with me,
As society may frown upon our unity.

Her eyes are red and dark with sorrow,
As I know that our love may not have a tomorrow,
I feel shy and sad to hear her say,
That we cannot be together in every way.

Money may be something we lack,
But our love is not something we can easily pack,
We may not need fancy gifts or sweet honey,
For our love is enough, it is never too funny.

I wish we could fly away and be free,
To love each other openly and with glee,
But society's chains hold us down,
Making us feel like we will drown.

Still, I will love him till the end of time,
For she is the one who makes my heart chime,
Our love may face challenges and strife,
But with him, I know I will live a happy life.

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A Poet's Silent Love

In love's first glance, I found my delight,
Yet my feelings remain concealed, out of sight.
Clouds of uncertainty sometimes drift near,
Shyness envelopes me, yet I hold onto cheer.

With courage, I wish to express and convey,
"I like you," I yearn to finally say.
In verses and rhymes, my emotions I pour,
She resides in my poem, forevermore.

Her memory lingers, a vivid display,
A distinct hairstyle that won't fade away.
An ocean of emotions, she's a singular wave,
In my heart, her presence is forever engraved.

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Ode To the Autumn

In Autumn's mournful grasp, the tree does weep,
Its leaves, once vibrant, are now in slumber deep.
Each tear, a drop of amber sorrow shed,
A tapestry of memories, long since dead.

The winds of time, relentless, cruelly blow,
They strip the tree of garments, leaving woe.
Beneath a grey and sombre sky, it stands,
Its limbs were outstretched, like desolate, empty hands.

A masterpiece of nature's tragic art,
The tree endures the pain and plays its part.
In whispered sighs, it speaks of life's decay,
A testament to beauty's fleeting sway.

But in the heart of dusk, there's a spark,
A glimmer of resilience in the dark.
For even as the tree laments its fate,
It knows that Spring will come, and hope awaits.

So, let us ponder on this tree's lament,
And in its tears, find meaning, and invent
A story of endurance, love, and grace,
A testament to life's enduring chase.

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What Is My Goal

In the future, my face remains blurred,
Never to be cleared, my fate incurred.
Yet, my focus on the camera's lens,
Is a riddle yet unsolved, my dear friends.

What kind of continuity defines my way,
A mystery for me, day after day.
A thousand years gone, when I was young,
Yet my feather's whereabouts remain unsung.

Countless objects captured through the lens,
But my purpose eludes, as if in suspense.
I fail to perceive my ultimate goal,
Lost amidst the scenes, is an enigmatic soul.

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A Shattered Sonata: Exposing the Falsity of Love's Ode

A Shattered Sonata: Exposing the Falsity of Love's Ode

In the realm of deceit, her love poem bloomed,
A tapestry of falsehood, meticulously groomed.
Each word a masquerade, a cleverly crafted guise,
Concealing her true intentions, hidden from prying eyes.

With ink-stained in shades of affectionate hue,
She wove a tale of passion, tender and true.
But beneath the surface, a web of lies entwined,
A fragile facade, meticulously designed.

Her verses danced with grace, like a swan on a lake,
But her heart held no love, only pretence to make.
She strung together phrases, borrowed and feigned,
With every line, deception is ingrained.

She played the part well, a master of her art,
But the truth remained hidden, deep within her heart.
Her words spoke of longing, of forever and more,
Yet her actions belied what she claimed to adore.

Oh, the irony of her poetic charade,
As she spun her illusions, her masquerade.
For love cannot thrive in a bed of deceit,
And her fake love poem was destined for defeat.

In the end, her poem unravelled, thread by thread,
Revealing the falsehoods, the lies she had spread.
And though her words were beautiful, they held no truth,
For love cannot flourish in a realm so uncouth.

So beware the siren's song, the poetess's verse,
For not all that glitters is a heart that will immerse.
And remember, true love is an authentic display,
Not a mere illusion, in a poem's masquerade

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A Broken String

A broken string,
In ancient times she sings
Stretched straight on the guitar then she sings,
not more live today fling, 

Her song today listen on the temple,
Some telling on rhythm own semple,
Anywhere sing on Hollywood,
I think somewhere in Bollywood,
But everyone that understood,
No one is there ever, 

Grandpa tells me,
I have a grandpa who loves me,
I ask where is your grandfather? 
Have you any Grandmothers?
Say yes dear tomorrow the same stage stay you,
And Grandpa tell me one equation,
60×60×24×7×30×12×Years spend.

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Tangled Web of Love: a Broken Trust Unveiled

"Tangled Web of Love: A Broken Trust Unveiled"

In the realm of shattered hearts and broken trust,
A tale unfolds, emotions 
turned to dust.
A man named  Singh  once filled with love,
Now stands deceived, like a mourning dove.
He poured his heart into a love so deep,
For a girl who took his love, only to 
keep.
But alas, the facade of love was a guise,
Concealing deceit behind enchanting eyes.

She took his rupees, a sum substantial,
Yet her heart harboured motives so 
irrational.
With false promises whispered in the night,
She played her game, extinguishing their light.
Oh, #ex-girlfriend, what a tangled web you weave,
Leaving behind a wounded heart 
to grieve.
You danced with his #dreams, his hopes you stole,
Leaving scars that time may never console.

Did you not understand the pain you caused,
As you revel in deception, 
without remorse?
To play with love, a dangerous #game indeed,
Leaving him shattered, left in desperate need.
But, dear ex-girlfriend, remember this well,
The truth will always rise, like a tolling bell.
For karma holds no prejudice or disguise,
It knows the depths of secrets and lies.

One day, you'll face the echoes of your deceit,
And bear the burden of a love's 
cruel defeat.
For love, once forsaken, will find its way,
To heal the heart you callously betray.

So, ex-girlfriend, as you walk your path alone,
Reflect upon the seeds of pain you've sown.
May you learn the power of love's true grace,
And mend the wounds you left in his embrace.
For in the realm of shattered hearts and strife,
Redemption's door awaits, for a better life.
May you find solace in the lessons learned,
And never again let love be unturned.

In the realm of shattered hearts and broken trust,
A tale unfolds, and emotions turned to dust.
A man named Singh, once filled with love,
Now stands deceived, like mourning?????

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Lesson For the Shameless Bird

______ The Shameless Bird, perched high with glee,
Barks at the tree, as bold as can be.
I offered food for its family's delight,
Yet it barks at me, a curious sight.

Just like this bird, so shamelessly free,
Some people in life act quite similarly.
Ignoring kindness, they persist in their ways,
Ungrateful and bold, through all of their days.

But let's not judge too harshly, you see,
For life's a complex tapestry.
Sometimes, the shameless have lessons to share,
In their boldness, they may reveal what's rare.

So, observe the Shameless Bird with a smile,
And ponder the lessons it may compile.
For in its audacity, there might just be,
A glimpse of ourselves, both wild and free.

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Lust, Lies, and Greed: a Cunning Game of Manipulation

Today her brother showed me eyes,
And ask me, how much money she takes from your brother?
And tell, send me a bank statement,
But I know that all,
This is a new way to earn money,
They earn money from a chib, by catching up in love,
To Late night guide boys' dreams and then destroyed,
Yeah! She still shopping with Chib's money, 
 which everyone knows,
This is the new trend to earn money.
Can you know?
Her parents tell them to do that,
Well, dear, that is a nice way.
To play with someone's life

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After Dinner

Sight from my canopy-tops,
After dinner, several falling raindrops,
sweltering the ordinary people's roof inside,
Given the still March signal of poise,

Darkness gives still blanket,
However rain crossing the cloud heart,
And the touching sleeping soul,
as like nature gives online orders for the rain's parcel,

And the Chenab and drop touch the hollowness rim,
Singing the night angels theme,
And air gives a supply of pure air,
Daffodil sit beneath the tree-like new bride fair,

But give somebody an application,
to the management of the natural nation,
For turn on the sunny day duration,
Otherwise, the blanket comes continues in fluctuation.

______BUSHAN Singh CHIB