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When December hit on that one beautiful Sunday it snowed.
Children were quite perplexed , adults too seemed excited.
It was the day marked in the calendar right next to me:
7th December 1871.
Earth is having a natural reset it seems says an old gentleman,
But I'm not a big fan of these snow old man, says a kid slowly,
But you'll have to bear it kid this is just the start.
Everyone in the old town looked happy.
It was the first snowfall there in ages,
But the kid is not impressed.
The old town in Czech looked something straight out of a fairytale
Too unreal to believe.
So cool and beautiful that even the kid started smiling again.
He smiled again after all the pain that this town went through.
He lost his family
Lost his little sister that wanted to draw better than her brother,
Lost his father who always carried him on his back,
Lost the mother who was his everything.
It has been six months after that bomb
Six months and so much changed.
All the children are now looking up
Everyone is safe,
Everyone is eating good.
The good old memories of past doesn't matter
If they can make a better future.
This old body of mine can't give them all the happiness alone.
The old gentleman is now too old.
The winter evening, the snows and the snowman
Kids enjoying their first winter.
Enjoying life for the very first time.
Soon they all will grow up
Grow up to become someone who knows how to protect others and stay protected from others.
And when you die , die alone.
And I, that kid, grew up to look again at the town and release that this was happiness!
I don't really remember other
Except the old man.
Me sitting at my window looking at the present calendar,
Marked date : 7th December 1913.
It's been 42 years I'm now 50 but the war is not over.
I guess there won't be anything left here tomorrow when the war will be all over.
And hence for the very last time I turn my back to this place
Remembering my lost friends and family and the old man.
And continued my March alone in the winter evening.
I will die as a soldier, I'll die as a fighter , I'll die somewhere quiet just like the old man said.

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Monster's Message

I heard what you said.
And I'm surprised
That's what you said.
You want me to die? 
But why?
After all the nice things I've done
You care for none.
Why is that? 
Why are you going that far just to kill me?
Knowing that you would fail no matter what.
You can't kill me.
You don't have courage.
Your hand is too small to hold a gun.
You have wasted the time that I gave you having fun
And now when I pulled the strings your fear came up.
You're such a failure.
You expect me to stop this?
I will stop.
Stop your senses of unknown justice and blindness.
You'll not die by my gun but by these words.
You'll die because you're you.
      -Probably a monster.

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An Old Tree

An Old Tree
Bails unlocking their way
From the soil of dystopia to the branches of sonnet.
Wind wavering and crossing mountains away
And I yet holding onto the branches un-cleft.

When clouds bring over ponder
I bet of green.
Birds hover and wonder 
Of a rainy day, of a rainy scene.

Fields then overturn 
I see humans cheering.
And the dancing daffodils bring so much fun
To them, to humans it is unwavering.

How constant I fear of losing these sights?
Maybe the root knows.
The green of me has reached its heights 
Fearing of fall? Not now the bird hopes.

Fruits and leaves when they fall
Joy in children then arises.
Prancing and dancing trees and flowers stall
Just to match the bright glitter of their eyes.

I, an old tree knows all of wind 
Yet was always amazed by what it brings 
A friend or a fiend?
As its deceits the memories untwined.

 The childhood twigs, jolly and green
For a touch of rain, they defer.
Handy of leaves and keen
For a touch of rain, they defer.

Twisted roots and soil so fresh 
Unbuckled chucks and no boots.
Now such a mess
My roots.

Have I grown to be too stiff?
Can I not dance once again?
Would the children ever make their trip
Forgetting all of their pain?

The wind scorching in the fields 
And then the dancing daffodils.
Across many hills
Across many mills.

Even behind the sun
Away from the sea.
Would the wind even just for fun
Ever reach me?

Just for a moment of passage
For the wood and bails.
Would the clouds ever pass my message?
Of an empty rain.

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Chaos

A hurtful event occuring
Covering all of the land.
Outside when I opened my eyes I saw nature crumbling
Crumbling down as the sun sets.
The wind came from mountains
Reached the ocean.
They ended their journey
But directionless it was.
Rain clouds that were missed suddenly is over my head.
Rocks that were unbothered for years came to the road.
Cars and trucks blocked in the heavy rainfall
The early December weather hits just now.
Fogs come brought peace too.
Meanwhile people on road in panic
People in the fields shocked
People on holidays are not happy.
Suddenly the change of weather brought chain of events
That were on hold for past few years.
It's chaos everywhere.
Someone looking for help
Someone looking for shelter
Someone crying for forgiveness from God
Someone trying to kill themself.
Someone trying to save themselves.
Someone trying to save someone
Someone eating while the rain hits the roof.
Someone waiting for their answer.
Someone watching their mother cook.
Someone watching their Dad build a small home for their pet.
Someone watching their sister draw.
Someone watching their brother build a tower of cards.
Someone enjoying because their school announced a holiday.
Someone depressed that they still have to go college despite the chaos.
Someone truly worried about their son far away.
Someone wanting to live a normal life.
Someone who's enjoying their lone time just by doing what they like.
Someone just staring at the window looking for purpose.
There are all kinds of chaos.
Chaos is a fruitful event of everyone's life
Either it makes people hungry for what they want or completely meaningless and empty from inside.
People make progress sometimes or maybe most of the times
But some people can't.
They give up.
Don't give up.
Chaos is good.
Chaos is bad
But chaos isn't the end.

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Win

Because even if spinning around is not for me 
I would do it.
The world is so fascinating and free 
You have to live it.
Certainly you've thought about dying 
But how about trying?
Losing love once made you this dead?
But how would you see the world without leaving the bed.
Wake up. The world is very big
Think, move on. You're not supposed to be a guinea pig.
You're aren't a puppet neither a puppeteer 
You're just a human with an ultimate fear 
Fear of getting casted aside,
Fear of having no one beside.
Fear of not getting up
And blaming everything on your luck? 
How is this going to help you? 
The orange tress won't grow apples dear .
You'll find people who would love to
Sit with you and then you'd lose all your fear.
Don't look back , forgive yourself.
You are not done with life yet
Don't force yourself 
Take a bet 
On life.
And win.

Best Poems Written by Samir Raj

I Know

Toy

A Man

Somewhere Quiet

Monster's Message

An Old Tree

Chaos

Win