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Best Poems Written by Ruchi Agarwal

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What If I Die

What If I Die?

Will the world be upside down?
Will the stars stop moving around?
Will u have an intransient hollow?
Will it be difficult for you to swallow?


Not ,as I think so deep .
Surely few are going to weep.
The one's who reads ,loves me for sure.
Though,halt would none,progress to endure.


A day or two in mourn to confer.
A few kgs on earth would disappear.
Nothing anomaly, the cycle moves daily.
Wisdom in those,lives in gaily.


To some they would lose a gem.
For few i may go to hell.
Matter it wouldn't to the world I'm not in touch .
To the faroff families,a news to bespeak as such


Aah,it would not have any impact on earth..
A regular  phenomenon of death and birth.
Additional writers would pop up.
Eternal would remain my write ups.

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There Is Fault In This Gender

There’s Fault In This Gender


 

Late, last night,
she was caught by a group.
Men wrongly said,
monsters in troop.
Molesting, harassing,
the helpless in fright.
The vulnerable is not right.
By default at fault,
must have been the cause,
the onset physical assault.
How badly thrashed !
To be raped one by one.
To bear the pleasure of the fun.
Pitiable she!
Must have been the cause,
attire must have been short.
Shouldn’t have been out of the house,
shouldn’t have worn such deep blouse.
The pebbles of judgement are thrown,
her pain, her wounds, all unknown
 

The mind set of men shouldn’t be changed,
it’s the gender, women to be blamed .
To wrap themselves up
with attitude, conduct ,not bad.
To be whistled walking alone,
while crossing the danger zone.
But men shouldn’t be taught,
to respect this gender a lot.
It’s a woman, an angel.
Born as mother,
as wife ,as sister
to get things untangle.
Born to be at fault,
Until life comes to hault.

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A Long Needed Break

A long needed break


Away from the crowd,
somewhere above the cloud,
where only peace prevails,
Where I can shout aloud,
I wanna go.
 

Tranquillity within I require,
to blow off the burning fire ,
where no existence exists,
to censure, the task persist,
I wanna go.
 

A blamer always blames,
a doer always does,
a gamer plays a game,
some try to equipoise their name,
To quit,  I wanna go.
 

On top of the hills,
where quietness is only heard,
where aversion can no longer impart,
destined not to be loved,
I wanna go.
 

Require a much needed long break ,
at bay from home, all alone,
where I verbalise, to the nature,
Who gives and gives but upto a certain limit,
To learn, I wanna go.
 

To seek strength from the umbworld,
to revitalise myself from the crux,
to harmonise my heart, mind and soul ,
to live to accomplish, to play my part of role,
to reborn ,I wanna go.

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A Eunuch On Train

A Eunuch(kinner)On Train


A beautiful lady in saree,

sat beside, in a hurry.

In a local train,
to reach ‘Howrah’ in rain .
Dressed in vibrant,
female in appearance.
Suddenly,
she clapped her fingers apart,
on her seat,
When asked to push a bit.
She misunderstood,
A manly voice emerged.
“Why should I stand” she budged.
Unstoppable she burst.
“Why are we only cursed?”
“We are the third gender in position.
Male, female and kinner from generation.

 

For a moment, i sat there numb.
Without uttering , like a dumb.
I could read her insecure mind a lot.
“Aren’t they humans?” I thought.
“Where are they at fault ?”
By default a twist in their life arrives.
Dismissed they are to be a wife,
nor husband by chance.
“How do their living enhance?”
No gradation, opportunities,nor education.
They earn their living in hesitation.
Discarded at every place.
Let’s stop this gender race in grace.

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An Auto Ride

An Auto Ride
 

A shuttle auto ,we were all into,
a student passenger leapt in.
Agglutinated her ears to the air pod,
eyes wide on the screen.
A small distance auto rickshaw it was.
But she kept busy ,wishpering and blushing,
time to time a smile popped flashing.
In between annoyed for some cause,
Pretended to be,to the one over the pods.
 

Her destination arrived in a while,
lost she was on her mobile.
When the driver called “Nager Bazar”,
once, twice, then the third time.
The damsel had not committed a crime.
Just that,she didn’t hear until shaken.
Lost she was, in her world of heaven.
Oops! Yet she didn’t realise,
until she felt the jerk.
Looked upon by every eye.
Cut the line in embarrassment,
hurriedly paid to the driver, in decent.
Got down, and back to the talk.
Aah ,what I thought it was,
A life without phone,
Could be a life long gone.

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Gratitude

Gratitude
 

I am grateful,
to the safe limbs I have.
When I see few striving to impel.
I have gratitude in my attitude,
to the humans, being polite.
When I fear rudeness, at its heights.
Gratitude to the saviors,
of the nation,of the land.
When I move in liberty without any fear
I am thankful for the sunshine,
for the downpour,for the snowy wind.
Priviledged to see,to feel them is prime.
I am grateful to those,
who understand my prose.
Me as well ,when malady is exposed.
I am thankful for the darkness,
for the sad, gloomy days.
Doubles the pleasure of happiness on the way.
I have gratitude for all that I own,
for the universe, for the earth .
To the nature I belong.

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Magic of Words

Magic Of Words
 

How easy it becomes,
a word of love,
when uttered.
A word of peace,
when fluttered .
 

The magic of word “please”,
and the fracas ceases to leave.
We may keep it plain,
before our skin gets to wane.
To let frown be a smile,
to let walk together for miles.
How simple becomes the life ,
when choice of words are right.
 

The magic of word ” thank you “,
for all that has been done for you.
Without counting your own,
done, dusted and thrown.
Just one thing keep in mind !
It’s the words that keep us bind.
Life isn’t that serious,
until the effect of words are furious.
 

It’s the magic of the word “sorry “
The gloomy set up, modifies to glory.
To the tragic,
It’s the magic.
When the words are pure,
they do work, for sure.

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Building a House

Building A House

A house of bricks, inside the body.
Bricks of strength, broader in length.
Pillars for hardship ,to bear the kinship.
The windows to be more precise,
in all its shape and size.
To Let not assumptions be made,
for what is unsaid.
Where the layers of confidence,
laid one upon the other.
Step by step, I go ahead.
Brighter, stronger, to revamp the misled.
 

The floor of the house, as simple as ground.
Roof on the top, gives a positive sound.
Tells me every moment, just go, let go.
The walls echoes forgiveness.
The counters groan in gratitude.
Trivial thoughts escapes through chimney.
Always ready to part, with my agonizing heart.
Yet, derf I practice.
To let my house not collapse in me.
Step by step, I go ahead.
For a better me, not be ruined instead.
 

A house within self,
equipped well by each one.
Along with the kind of thoughts that comes.
Arrives a moment to euthanize the structure.
Shaken to be shattered, loosen the booster.
Hereafter modification takes a chance,
a newer house is created at a glance.
A house more jubilant, more powersome,
residing in the heart of a mere handsome.
Step by step, I go ahead.
To focus on success, rightly read.

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The Air

The air
 

When it pours, I dissolve.
During heat, I resolve.
I’m more amongst greens.
I’m there in every scene.
The coolest, never on rest.
In motion, with no emotion.
Neither fixed destination.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.

 

I peep in through the ventilations,
a part of me, I drop in there.
I flee in glee, from cities to live,
where staled and fatigued, I’m stabbed to give,
to give a portion with no hesitation,
to let survive, I move with a flair,
to inhale, to relieve, to breathe in fresh air.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.

 

For all the youth, I’m young.
To the aged, I’m old.
Whn vexed on earth,
I’m furious to be mould.
In swirls, like a drunkard I move ,
to run, to destroy the houses, the roofs.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.

 

I embrace with hugs,
the ones who lives.
Not a trace I give,
to the ones who leave.
In cylinders, I’m trapped.
On plants I’m overlapped.
When freshly consumed, you glow.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.

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Eye To Eye Talk

Eye To Eye Talk
 

With smutty look, it started .
A look to look again,
Until the love begin.
To every hern of she,
even the nails cudnt be set free.
Tip to toe she had to glow,
to quench his look, he throws.
Till the same look reciprocates.
Appealing to the other, one generates.
When she is no less,
to lure him a step away.
A shy look of acceptance,
Yet, no word of utterance.
Eye to eye they spoke,
without queries to evoke.
To the one very own,
Within sometime,
known through eyes.
Indulged in affinity,
Caring is definitely.
In plain words I say.
It’s love in sight,
where words are dumb,
The eyes speak bright,
Lovers are numb.
When “She” is the universe.
Only “He” in the canvas.
Admitting through looks,
eye to eye they are booked.