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Jagdeep Brar Poem
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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Jagdeep Brar Poem
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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Jagdeep Brar Poem
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,
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Jagdeep Brar Poem
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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