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Hari Das Poem
Born in black
I squeezed for the white milk
From an unknown Breast
On the streets
I was a month old as a feast (0-1)
I balanced my feat
Raised my hands for a treat
But nobody was there
To give me a warm great
She left me alone
With my future on the streets
But three year old was least (1-3)
Streets took me to a seek
To play hide and seek
I found some nomads
To roll down the tire on the streets
In the circus was the food as a fees
And for the people age six was sweet (3-6)
Cool breeze chilled our finger
White fog took shelter in the winter
Some where our teared cloths trendy in summer
Become first door to enter
We shivered on the streets
To stick to each other was least
Any how we have to pass the time
Because morning is going to gift us a warm shine
But we will find a place
Were we will beg for a sake
Can get some coins with woolen
From the rich people who pray’s in heaven
And I will sleep with the age of nine
On the streets as lion (6-9)
Run run common fast on the streets
Said an ugly face to mugly face
Huge traffic is there to knock the door
Were I raised the voice as headline as a choice
If u need to know come and grab the voice
Mesmerizing to the god in each festive size
Something should happen somewhere
As I need to sell info with gear
So that at least today we can fulfill our hunger
As this age of eleven is not a big wonder (9-11)
Someone on the streets
Said we need to be protected
For the future of east
They took us to orphanage
Where everything was fine
With a show peace and Show time
Someone on the streets
Said we need to be protected more
For the future of east
So they took us to home
Were emotion was the trade mark
How much work we have to do
In the absence of the lady
Was a big question mark?
They took us as a dirty blood
As the real blood went to school
And we were left in the kitchens
Where broom act as a hunter
In each summer and winter
Blood shreds from the sky
Where each corner tells me to cry
For god sake I need my streets again
To hug my mother for a rain
As this age fourteen
Giving me unbearable pain
I need my streets again
I need my streets again
On the streets again……haaaa (11-14)
.HARI DAS.
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Hari Das Poem
I rolled over my finger
On the head of a rose
It was smooth and bulky
Like a face way back to my road
With each touch of the finger
On the petals of the rose
I loosed myself in the skin of a rose
Which I never touched
Like this beautiful rose
It drifted back
To save her self
She said to me don’t touch me again
I moved my hands back
To feel her safe
Then I said to myself why?
Then my anxiety made me to do it again
With several tickles on the petals
I experienced the extreme smoothness again
I rolled my finger all over the rose
But my finger didn't stopped until
A petal, broken down on the floor……
Hari Das
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Hari Das Poem
My girl my nature
U made me u made me
A mad with sweetness of your heart
With an emptiness of my hand
Still waiting to hold u as a wish
My girl my nature
U had shown me u had shown me
What I am for this daffodil world
U are my girl my nature
U are my girl because you born for me
For my sovereign world
Where I travel like a dream world
Oh
My love my kindness
My fear my anxiety
My sorrow my happiness
Still awakes with a color of your face
And waits thousand times
With each dead pass of the nights
To see you one’s my girl
My girl my nature
U know my courage u know my power
From which I ruled a small world
If u remember me one’s
But I failed every time with no sense
When u passes by me one’s
Still I am failing every day
With this empty world
In this empty shell
With my pen as u ….my girl
With my pen as u ….my nature……
Hari Das
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