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Nitin Singla Poem
Gazed at the sky, was about to rain;
blood flew down my vein,
sudden thought strikes my brain,
is it just a rain?
or something sky couldn't attain,
so showering its pain....
soon sky began to cry, shedding tear;
and sudden thunder sound I hear,
as if something its heart can't bear,
my veins choked with fear,
as if it was trying to say something; but not clear,
I sped up the gear,
reached the safest place near.......
soon lightening strikes loud,
black clouds in the sky crowd,
celebrating their victory and feeling proud,
every other activity disallowed,
sky not able to bear, cries aloud;
my heart started pumping unnaturally loud....
oh dear sky, don't shed tears as rain,
your tears are pure and plain,
mine are salty and full of pain,
don't just let them go in vain,
don't know what to lose and what to attain??
might be a new beginning, but don't know from where to began;
just keep faith in God, he's there listening your pain........
sudden belief in God works,
black clouds felt sudden jerks,
something rising, sky rejoice;
as if someone heard its voice,
birds flew singing voice,
black devils left with no choice,
they being forced to depart,
I felt happiness in my heart,
as if bulls eye hit by a dart,
then I realized God's art....
sky was clear, glittering with sunshine,
as if comes true a desire of mine,
indicating towards a particular sign,
leaving behind an art of seven colored design,
now the true victory inclines.......
sky got what it desire,
but my problems were more prior,
I m feeling sad for me entire,
no worries I'll achieve what I want to acquire,
because God is there; too seeing me crier,
my dedication and hard work will make me rise higher n higher.
Copyright © Nitin Singla | Year Posted 2011
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Nitin Singla Poem
Way the world treats,
Makes me walk lonely in the streets,
thoughts rise and heart beats;
'What is my Identity?', thought continuously repeats;
Is it my eyes, talent or deeds??
When I was a child,
always I smiled,
meaning of 'Identity' in my brain, not compiled;
that time world made comments but were mild,
but never knew that the world was materialistic and wild........
In primary school,
I used to be a fool,
just pretended to be cool,
wanted to rule,
That time first I required my identity as my tool,
but was too small to swim alone in that pool......
Promoted to high grade,
life seemed like deck of cards, wanted to be the king of spade;
achievement needed but without any aid,
my heart never felt afraid,
won all the mind games that I played,
but suddenly shining sun covered by clouds and there was all shade,
something happened making my thoughts fade,
Search for my identity started to degrade,
degraded n degraded and soon it decayed,
tried a lot but didn't know, again from where to invade.....
Somehow promoted to secondary section,
studied point of inflection,
two laws of reflection,
wanted my 'Identity' to be my perfection,
but there were lot of directions,
so needed a proper selection,
again from this world received objection.......
From my childhood till date,
haven't achieved anything remarkable, mate;
others might call it just fate,
these words make me feel hate,
no matters I am going to walk straight,
Till I find answer to this debate.....
Searched n searched but didn't find any answer......
In what way can I define, The mere word; I?
Tell me! Where must my Identity lie?
In my blood, my past, my eye?
Copyright © Nitin Singla | Year Posted 2010
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