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Priyarpan Srivastava Poem
Hey, my love
it may not be a smooth road
where you’ll be passing by..
after your fingers
will leave my hand,
as your eyes will
get annoyed with me
and, you'll leave me,
to move ahead
just like that,
all alone..
I fear
that you shouldn’t get lost
so at every turn of road
I’ve left
a little verse of mine.
If ever you are tired
or feel scared on your way.
Just hold the tiny finger
of any of my poem,
at any turn..
They will show you
the way behind &
will lead you back to me....
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Copyright © Priyarpan Srivastava | Year Posted 2006
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Priyarpan Srivastava Poem
Sometimes
while Walking on
the sharp edges of life,
the soul gets wounded
& bleeds..
Tired and exhausted
in this race for survival,
I tremble and fall..
At such times
Oh stars!
send me a friend
whose hand
will make me stand
once again
her touch
could soothe
my bruises & wounds
and maybe, for
a few steps only,
I could feel , I am not alone
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Copyright © Priyarpan Srivastava | Year Posted 2006
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Priyarpan Srivastava Poem
the hands , held out , they reached the sky
the hands , waved , in air they fly
the hands , touched , to love and to care
the hands , joined , and bowed for a prayer
the hands , rushed , to hold the fate
the hands , pushed , wide open gates ...
MY hands ... your fingers ... a touch will do
carry the feelings , from me to you
THOSE hands will hold me ... as they all will cry
when in their hands ... I will die
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Copyright © Priyarpan Srivastava | Year Posted 2007
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