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Lukesh Bhoi Poem
Clouding the vibes alone in the dark.
Flashing of memories like a spark.
Rushing of time like during the end.
Feeling lonely like I have no friends.
Waiting for the light with a hope.
Tying with past like with a rope.
Stabilising pain with cool wind.
Listening to heart with no mind.
Greeting of love from the nature.
Ruling the beauty further in future.
Smiling, but in the verse of pain.
Trading of life without any gain.
Gathering of clouds in number at night.
Hiding the moon, what a beautiful sight.
Blowing of speedy wind clears them all.
Glowing of the moon everywhere falls.
Blessing of fortune by the almighty one.
Finding pleasure more and more in tons.
Copyright © Lukesh Bhoi | Year Posted 2024
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Lukesh Bhoi Poem
At the end of my world
when my soul left my body.
It's the end for my admirers
then I become nobody.
My grave stands alone
in the dark, in the wind.
I will disappear like smoke
any sign no one is able to find.
All memories of my life
everything I did will fade.
My presence will vanish
like sun in the evening shade.
My name may still be used
With all my unfulfilled dreams.
No matter how good or bad I am
My life ended with a scream.
My gratitude to my associate
I love your time my proponents.
My end is only for me but for you
I will be last in installments.
When I take my last breath
I will remember our bliss.
With a mournful state of mind
I entered into the dark abyss.
In the end with nature reclamation
I will embrace with in the earth.
With this I will be alone and
remain silent from now in my path.
I can feel the trauma in heart
and the fear encased me now.
I hope you all find a reason
to remember me somehow.
All my love, pain, desire will flee
and I will withdraw my presence.
With the conclusion of the story
in the end I register my absence.
Copyright © Lukesh Bhoi | Year Posted 2024
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Lukesh Bhoi Poem
At the day end when dark rules,
Sounds become a rare act.
Beauty of day is concealed,
when the night charmer wrapped.
In the hour of darkness,
for an astounding night grope.
When Visible became invisible,
The moon is the glimmer of hope.
Alone sitting by the waterway
Looking at the starry sky.
Ground stars greaming
in a conifer full of fireflies.
A breeze pass time to time
encompasses with moisture.
This span of time is alluring,
as it is a freebie by nature.
Dead of night is dead and trifling
For the people deep in slumber.
In the habbit of daily indolence
Don't miss the night wonder.
Give contenment to your heart
Unleash yourself and sit alone.
Not a soul to disturb you
There is no known or unknown.
Copyright © Lukesh Bhoi | Year Posted 2024
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