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Prashant Shaurya Poem
As the river cascades
From Himalayas breast
With all its puissance
And rage, it distills out
Along its way, the grail
Of love, service and faith.
It finds the fondness
That grows, in tandem
With the stretching course
Brimmed with beauty, it
Flows till infinite.
Tunes emanate
At each sojourn
Of cadenced waves
Those quench the earth.
It imparts
On mankind
Life itself
Like a
Caring
Mom
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Copyright © Prashant Shaurya | Year Posted 2011
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Within the heart where vibrant waves
Rise and fall to ocean’s test
Many ships through reflected light
Steadily steer till they are blessed....
Ashore their stands a bright light house
like a mountain looming tall
and guides the ships if they are right
or are drifting away at all...
When lost between misleading waves
they try to steer the righteous way
the golden glow then rescues them
as tides change with glistening spray....
When these waves rest in peace
as each ship swiftly sails the sea
with all its might, the gleam of light
haloes the heart's true destiny...
Copyright © Prashant Shaurya | Year Posted 2010
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The pen rambled across the pad
To write something untrue
Yet mind and heart did seldom see
When the pen hid it's rue.
Mind could think but heart would long, for
Insidious days to part
Yet pen would foster spilling of
Blood from the wounded heart.
Verses written in sparkling red
Couldn't sort the haze around
A poet caught in the vicious fray
Wouldn't want to be home bound.
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The poet wished to cry out loud
And vent the slithering pain
Yet void in his sinking heart
Won't let him flee this blain.
The pen then oozed in torrid red
To scribe 'bout the hovering gloom
Yet mind feared to find the words
Which would write the poet's doom.
If the poet broke his promise
No flower would ever bloom
So pen hid the poet's torment
Within a heap of silken plumes.
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Prashant Shaurya Poem
The Mystic and the King
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The valiant king rode across
A perilous mountain pass, which
Led to a mystic who could
Dispel the chance of death at war.
He roved along the rough terrain
Through rows of shuddering pine
His journey had no sojourn till
He'd drink the elixir wine.
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The sage lived in a far flung place
Amidst mountains old as time
In that ancient talismanic cave
He reached his spiritual prime.
No man had ever seen the sage
Yet stories had been told, of those
Who sipped that miracle wine
And rose above their woes.
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The king kneeled down before the sage
To narrate his woes through prayer
Then said, pour thy mercy, my Lord,
For my nation's in despair.
The gory war's killed umpteen men
My army faces defeat
Bless and save my people, O Lord!
For the enemy won't retreat.
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The sage looked at the distressed king
Whose heartbeats had sunken low
For only the saint's miracle
Could help him fight the foe.
The sage did cast a magic spell
Pressed the ruler's armour of steel
Then said go back and fight my king
Triumph, and help your nation heal.
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Copyright © Prashant Shaurya | Year Posted 2020
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