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Pahul Singh Poem
"Bitter truth remains bitter, can be sugar coated but underneath it is all the same."
If I could predict,
The happening,
Going to happen,
I would hadn't done this.
If I could change,
The past,
Which has happened,
I could redo it all over.
If only I got,
The calings beforehead,
The callings of future,
I could have save the day.
But the reality,
Which remains,
And will remain,
The same forever.
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Pahul Singh Poem
It was a dark night,
With no moon in the sight.
I was alone standing,
Felt like I had no wings.
The stars were silent,
And I was standing at the end.
No whispers, I heard,
Neither thoughts, I shared.
It dawn again,
The sun shone bright once again.
Behind the fluffy clouds,
The light was singing loud.
The birds were chirping,
And the valley was singing.
Rivers were rhythmic,
The song- no one can mimic.
(Night- A sad soul)
(Day- A hopeful soul)
*Sometimes you just need to look at things with different perspective*
There is light in the dark…you just need to find it!
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Pahul Singh Poem
"If stars define destiny then they are at the right place as I got to meet you."
Once in a town lived a stargazer,
Gazing up high,
Looking up for patterns in the sky,
Tracing over the Orion and Ursa major,
Dreaming to grow and fly,
Still, in thoughts, she lies,
Staring at Tauras and canis minor,
Drowning in the heavenly sky,
Someday hoping to fly,
Once in a town lived a stargazer,
Gazing up high.
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Pahul Singh Poem
On the days I feel low,
I just gaze sky.
On the days I feel like not doing anything,
I just lie stay.
On the days I feel like giving up,
Sun lits them up.
On the days when everything is dark,
Stars acts as a spark.
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Pahul Singh Poem
Like dot to dot,
In the sky, constellations are made.
Lile dot to dot,
The child learns to form a line.
Like dot to dot,
Shapes are made.
Like dot to dot,
Taking each step we rise.
Similarly dot to dot,
I will weave the thread of my life.
Dot to dot,
I will weave the thread of love and hope.
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Pahul Singh Poem
Maybe It is the-
last song I sing,
Between these rattling-
Swords And wings.
I can feel-
The fear of children and the elderly,
Crying For help-
In the world Unknown to be.
I can feel-
The urge to kill In the youth,
Showing Patriotism-
For their Booth.
Flowers are dead-
Even the Hope,
Everything has Disappeared
And everyone's Lost.
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Pahul Singh Poem
Today,
When I looked around-
I found,
Many bubbles,
Full of thoughts;
Busy beings,
With their own things;
Some awaken minds,
Some still on find;
Some showing,
Others still hiding;
Then I ask-
To me, under the mask;
Sky shines bright,
With the glistening light;
'What is it,
That you will emit?'
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Pahul Singh Poem
The night,
Might be dark,
But the moon fills it with light,
Making it glorious, in this scary bark.
The moon,
With these twinkling stars,
Plays a different tune,
Making me watch even from behind the bars.
This is magic,
And I am a part of it,
This is aesthetic,
Making me run, not sit.
I ran so fast,
To see the beautiful sky,
Like a blast,
I flew like, an eagle fly.
This moon,
Showed me the way,
And I will be out soon,
But I just want to stay.
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Pahul Singh Poem
O' that one night!
Beauty itself.
O' that one night!
Showing it's the inner self.
O' that one night!
Twinkling stars and moon.
O' that one night!
This magical lustrous moon in this gloom.
O' that one night!
Have stolen my heart.
O' that one night!
Have taken my entire heart's part.
O' that one night!
This glittering moonlight.
O' that one night!
I have fallen for it in only one sight.
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Pahul Singh Poem
Like dot to dot,
In the sky, constellations are made.
Lile dot to dot,
The child learns to form a line.
Like dot to dot,
Shapes are made.
Like dot to dot,
Taking each step we rise.
Similarly dot to dot,
I will weave the thread of my life.
Dot to dot,
I will weave the thread of love and hope.
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