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Narinder Bhangu Poem
The Pillar Falls
the pillar, an act of craftsmanship
solid, festooned and decorated
beautifully designed and plated,
its each brick hooked and slated,
stood as proud attraction in the chapel.
then, aged with seasons and weathers
craven, cracked and dilapidated
dreadfully deserted and haunted,
its each edge blunt, surface perforated,
fell into a pile of shapeless rubble
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2016
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Narinder Bhangu Poem
I left this world behind,
that runs faster,
hoping to explore,
with wheels of sophistication.
I connected with the nature,
flying above the clouds,
to the place unknown
with wings of my imagination.
I glanced the flowers
dancing in glory, there,
and the birds singing,
with words of my admiration.
I came back to this world
that scatters the filth
and, debases the humanity
with act of its annihilation
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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It was all white away and around,
yet, a path through it, I found.
my jacket shielded me from cold,
and, shoes gave a crushing sound.
was I an explorer at the north pole,
or walking on snow puffs under my sole ?
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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Narinder Bhangu Poem
Two frogs came out in search of insects
They noticed a boy with many defects.
His jeans wasn't in place on his waist,
His eyes swelled, lips desiccated, not moist.
His fingers bent and belly sunken,
His face was pale, fully drunken.
First said,” what is this wastage of beauty?
And, how is that he forgot his duty?
This man better known as super creation,
Why is he bent upon to bring annihilation?
Is he, no longer, a son of Almighty God?
Or, his presence on this planet is a fraud?”
“No, the sun is the same, so is the moon,
Earthly people, of course, shall understand soon.
We shall have our ponds back, the bushes for insects,
The dancing beauty shall rule the nature’s perfects.
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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Narinder Bhangu Poem
I was in my adobe house,
with my daughter.
she swung cheerfully,
played in the shadow,
of the plant,
in the rear of my house.
She would fancy,
at the soft flight,
of the butterfly,
the quick up-rise of the squirrel,
on the branch, of the plant.
she enjoyed,
when the branch would bend down
with crow’s weight.
I saw the glint of a glass house,
in the outskirts,
of the city,
that was once
a place of numerous plants
lined beautifully.
the glare of the glass house
roused
the devil in me,
for an action, so wicked
my powers dissipated
and, Satan’s strengthened.
I cut the plant
with a tearful adieu,
a spell of heavy rain
left my house
a wide plain.
then, I was in my glass house,
in the city.
and, my daughter
in her room,
before her computer.
she saw the plant,
on the screen,
of her computer,
and the crow too.
she felt strange,
would neither talk nor laugh
but often miss the plant
that was once there.
and, the butterfly, the crow
would call her silently,
and, the squirrel too.
she would weep
and a stream of her tears
flowed down on the marble floor.
I sat close to her
in search of my lost happiness
Asking; why was my love in despair?
wiping my tears,
She said,
“When my plant would come back,
So would the verdure,
Your daughter would never weep,
So would my father, for sure.”
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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Would that I were not a cactus,
in a desert, behind the sand dune.
and, see the paining blisters,
on the bare feet of a lover,
whom his beloved would embrace
passionately, unto their last breath.
Would that I were a wild tree,
in a jungle, behind the cliff,
and, listen the love songs,
of love birds, near the brook,
who ,in their twosome union,
scatter beauty of night's fragrance
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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I never knew when all this came,
as days and nights seemed the same.
I knew, the sun of the year past,
seemed set, no longer, is shining fast.
the misty winds bundled me inside,
the flurries settled on trees, filled with pride.
a white sheet of snow covered everything.
for the life started slowly in the beginning.
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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I still remember,
that lovers' point
and, those days of love,
we vowed to meet
across seven seas,
like the pairs of dove.
An era of ecstasy that was,
festooned with sarcasm for fun
And ,in a fit of craziness, as,
we were poised to die as one.
Alas ! the bout of melancholy, that was
I was dead in your absence,
in desperation ,had chosen to live
with ghosts ,in a city of silence.
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Rain water dripped from her shaggy locks;
Her youthfulness reflected through her thin frocks.
She licked the water balls falling on her lips,
Careless and unaware of the raunchy jumps,
Energy of her virginity though shone like moon,
Yet, her sheer beauty was to be debased soon.
Her full and round contours allured the young eyes,
Voyeur’s lust for dirty pleasure, to take tries.
Boldly, she neither did permit nor submit,
The purity of her face that was innocent.
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2016
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Would that this nostalgic time be seized,
And, comrades are continuously pleased.
For me, to sing couplets and songs,
And, enthrall all among the throngs.
Or, I make a garland of glossy flowers,
In clouds’ shade, for their pleasures.
Or, I quench thirst of my sad soul,
Drink the sea, not just half, but the whole.
My blood that sizzles in their presence,
Should not freeze, in my veins, in their absence.
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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