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Nihar Malani Poem
Neither in my mind,nor over my head.
Just in a regular itch of memories that never fade.
Neither I accomplished nor I failed.
Just in a regular itch of willingness that never fade
Neither did I call it off, nor I hailed
Just in a regular itch of regrets that never fade
Neither I am hungry, nor I'm well-fed
Just in a regular itch of silly wants that never fade.
Neither I cried,nor I overwhelmed
Just in a regular itch of ending day that never fade.
Neither I slept nor I am awake
Just in a regular itch of long chain thoughts that never fade..
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Nihar Malani Poem
Back then on my back packing trip,
Engulfed in tiredness and solitude,
I stopped by a motel to sleep in the interlude.
Ohh! So weary was I,
felt asleep in what they called "the waiting room"
Just woke up from the nap to be left perplexed
Seeing place filled with people all around room
Filled with 100 voices,
still the place had soothing vibe
It felt like sitting in a library and
seeing books talking through their side;
The plenty of quaint opinions to inspect,
And so much knowledge to unfold
on everything that concerns our mutual mind,
And hearing the literature of old.
So satisfying seemed the surrounding,
Those cherish faces left me wondering
how this little habit took its birth,
And this became a culture of every Saturday evening!?
There was a television they say,
just one in the town All gathered to watch it,
stay updated and followed the trend.
But after years to that, the TV saw its end.
Though that habit tended to persist
and didn't leave so easily,
Thus the gathering turned into the place
where people shared stories and relieved their tensity.
I Envy,
how this beautiful habit took its shape,
Though it started with a TV!!
Copyright © Nihar Malani | Year Posted 2022
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