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Best Poems Written by Jagdeep Brar

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You

Pain with every heart break,
Mistakes that i have raked,
All of my sweet memories,
All of my vain victories,
Were all just for you,

Love in my heart,
Time in my cart,
And my idle thoughts,
Are just for you,

My heart's stream,
My beautiful dreams,
My clever schemes,

Will be
just for,

YOU

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Tired and Worn

I am tired and worn,
Like a bird fluttering in cage,
Or Like a puppet dancing on 
stage,

I am tired and worn,
My heart bleeds under the 
crown of my dreams,
Which with thorns, is adorned,

I am tired and worn,
Just hours ago it was dawn,
My dreams were like vibrant 
colors,
Of the rainbow,with a luminous 
glow,

But all now left is a wreakage,
And a heart waned beyond 
age,
Filled with despair and rage,

Bitter and jealous of those
Who in life like angels have 
rose,
To fulfill their dreams, with 
clever schemes,

Maybe tomorrow will be new 
day,
An ethereal ray, may,
Enlighten the way,
But tonight,
My heart is torn,
And I am tired and worn..

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Oh Time

Wait for me, Oh time!
For my dreams are deep and 
sublime,
Dont disturb me with your,
Haughty tick tock,
For i am lost in my simple 
thoughts,
Which to distant lands flock,

Wait for me,Oh time!
For my dreams are innocent 
and delicate,
Unaware of cruel treachery of 
fate,
Like the fleeting clouds,you fly 
away,
Leaving hearts in solitude,
And memories in nostalgic 
sevitude,

Wait for me,Oh time!
For my happiness is young and 
new,
Like a flower concealed in 
morning dew,
For i have lost my heart 
behind,
And I know to run against 
time, is a crime,
But still wait for me,Oh dear 
time.........

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Man Died

Last night a man died,
There wasnt any blood 
spilled,
Or sign of wounds 
unhealed,
Or miffled screams of 
horror,
Or any noise of 
struggle, loud and 
coarser,
Just a face which was 
deeply mortified,
Just a corpse mumified,
To bury in darkness,

Last night a man died,
Some say it was a sad 
accident,
At a wrong time, wrong 
place,he arrived
To witness scene 
indecent,
His wife pulling her 
lover in with carnal lust,
And the man 
conquerring her with his
Unquenchable thirst,

Last night a man died,
Some say it was a 
suicide,
The rope had fell around 
his neck,
When he was seduced 
by her chaste peck
On his nervous lips,
And it tightened slowly, 
eventually,
As her adulterous hand 
rips
clothes of her 
clandestine lovers,

Last night a man died,
Some say he was cruelly 
murdered,
His trust with disdain 
shattered,
The weapon was forged 
in cheap hotel rooms,
And he paid price with 
his doom,
Of one mistake he 
commited as such,
To love and trust too 
much,

One day his teary eyes 
would have dried,
But there sadness would 
still tell,
About the broken pride,
And about hatred which 
with passing day,swells,
Anguish would still 
whisper,
About a heartless 
unchastened bride,
And a man who, one 
night died,
And a man who, one 
night died,