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Best Poems Written by Somya Tiwari

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Mirage

In the midst of a barren land,
Where the scorching sun never fades,
I wander alone with nothing in hand,
Only my dreams that my mind creates.

My eyes search for a vision to cling,
A glimpse of hope, a chance to survive,
But all I see is a cruel mirage,
A false oasis that I can't derive.

The heat of the sand blurs my vision,
My tears mix with the salty sweat,
The pain of thirst, the fear of extinction,
Haunts me like a lifelong debt.

The mirage taunts me with its beauty,
A paradise that I can't reach,
It teases me with its endless duty,
A lie that my heart can't breach.

The wind whispers of a distant life,
A promise of a greener land,
But I know it's just another strife,
Another mirage that I can't withstand.

The hope in my heart slowly fades,
As the mirage disappears into the air,
I fall to my knees and pray for aid,
For a miracle that will show me care.

The tears in my eyes blur my sight,
As I embrace my fate with open arms,
But suddenly, a drop of water ignites,
A spark of hope that the world disarms.

A river flows, a miracle unveiled,
A vision that was once a mirage,
A dream that my heart had hailed,
A promise of a life without sabotage.

The storm in my heart calms down,
As I embrace the reality that I see,
The mirage of hope is no longer a frown,
But a memory that will forever be..

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Success Is Counted Sweetest

Success is counted sweetest by those
Who never tasted victory's rose
For they know the struggle and the pain
The uphill battle they fought in vain..

They strive and strive with all their might
But somehow always miss the sight
Of the finish line, of the prize
Leaving them with tears in their eyes,

Yet still they try, again and again
Hoping that someday they'll attain
The glory that the winners boast
And the satisfaction they cherish most

But in their hearts they know the truth
That success is sweeter to those who lose
For they understand the cost it takes
To achieve what everyone else makes

So let them hold on to their dreams
And cherish the struggle, so it seems
For in the end, they'll realize
That it's the journey that makes it all worthwhile..

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Exploitation Part2

The poor become rich, a dream come true,
But as they climb the ladder, they start anew,
Acting just as the rich had done,
Exploiting others, their power now won.

For in this society, there's always a game,
Someone on top, and someone to blame,
The cycle continues, a never-ending tale,
Of the rich getting richer, and the poor always frail.

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Alive

Sometimes we seek out hardship and pain,
Thinking that it will bring greater gain,
For in the depths of sorrow and strife,
We often find the sweetest moments of life.

Our hearts beat fast and our souls come alive,
As we push ourselves to the limit and strive,
To find the joy that lies beyond the pain,
And the happiness that makes it all seem sane.

We see only what brings us pleasure and light,
In the midst of darkness and the longest night,
For in these moments of trial and test,
We discover the strength that lies within our breast.

So let us embrace these challenges and fears,
And let our hearts be open and clear,
For in the end, it's not about the destination,
But the journey and the lessons of inspiration.

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Exploitation

The story of exploitation,
A tale as old as time,
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer,
A never-ending climb.

Artificial stories and ways,
To indulge the poor and waste their days,
Entertaining distractions to keep them down,
A sad truth, in every town.

The rich make the rules, the poor obey,
No matter what they do, they can't escape the fray,
Trapped in a cycle of poverty and pain,
With no hope of breaking free again.

But one day, the poor may rise,
Their voices heard, their will to survive,
A force to be reckoned with, a power to behold,
No longer will they be bought and sold.

The story may change, the ending yet to be told,
But until then, the poor will always be poor,
And the rich will continue to get richer,
Exploitation, a never-ending lore.

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I Hope You Wait For The Train,

Upon the tracks, the train does glide,
With people inside, a bustling tide.
I wonder their thoughts, as they journey along,
To places afar, or where they belong..

Are they lost in the moment, or lost in their mind?
Seeking solace or adventure to find?
Heading home sweet home, or to lands unknown,
In the train's gentle rhythm, their stories are sown.

Through bustling cities and quiet plains,
The train carries them, through sunshine and rains.
And though paths diverge, as they each disembark,
They leave an imprint, like a fading spark..

But in the grand scheme, as the train chugs on,
Each finds their purpose, and the journey's done.
Whether seeking or returning, they all have a role,
In the tapestry of life, they play a vital whole.

So when I see a train, I see more than just motion,
I see a symphony of souls, each with their own notion.
Of love, of longing, of joy, of pain,
Bound together in the rhythm of the train.