Best Poems Written by Varun Pinjani

WINTERS

came out of home standing on the crosswalk						3.45 am streets are empty yet I can feel the voices 					cold breeze came like a whisper in ear
telling the stories buried under roads.
																		Winters came with snow white poor guy sleeping on street side
freezing and cursing god						 
came to other street everyone is gone in dream	
all were suffering some are alleviation and some extreme
													                           cold is winters so is my heart like counterpart 			                          there is emptiness there is loneliness there is strangeness			            and then there is empathy all this making my soul kind				going down the street leaving my footprints behind.
																Walk continuous feet are going on like a finger of pianist				endless darkness endless snowfall endless world 					nothing is stop just like clock							              its 4.45am maybe its new beginning sun about to rise				some are going to die some going escape from life.
					

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