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Kewal Prasant Poem
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust,
It is not only his kin, whose heart is heavy with pain , but his whole family of aficionados,
What made him famous, took his life,
What he loved , took his life.
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust.
You were the life and soul of the series,
You made the fans adore the movie,
Today, when you are not around,
The movie is not the same anymore,
Your bereavement is strongly felt,
Tears dropping from our eyes is a prove of what you meant to us,
I can not resurrect you but your indelible memories surely is imprinted on our mind.
It is never goodbye! Paul
It's never.
Copyright © Kewal Prasant | Year Posted 2015
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Kewal Prasant Poem
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust,
It is not only his kin, whose heart is heavy with pain , but his whole family of aficionados,
What made him famous, took his life,
What he loved , took his life.
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust.
You were the life and soul of the series,
You made the fans adore the movie,
Today, when you are not around,
The movie is not the same anymore,
Your bereavement is strongly felt,
Tears dropping from our eyes is a proof of what you meant to us,
I can not resurrect you but your indelible memories surely is imprinted on our mind.
It is never goodbye! Paul
It's never.
Copyright © Kewal Prasant | Year Posted 2015
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Kewal Prasant Poem
First day at college,
Encounter with a girl,
Gazes are exchanged,
Heart pounds,
Clock ceases to move,
Nothing happened further,
Goes back home and ruminates with a hidden smile,
Love is so pure and beautiful,
Everything turns fresh,
Even dark passenger makes way for geniality,
Aloofness takes the back seat,
Sweet dreams are aplenty,
Everything was near perfect until,
Mother exclaims, Wake up! It is 6 o'clock.
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Kewal Prasant Poem
Don't go,
Don't kiss,
Just hold my hand and stay beside me,
Does not matter if we do not talk for hours,
Its your presence that comforts me,
I only want to gaze into your eyes,
Which intoxicate me more than anything else,
And let me fall asleep that way,
Let the same hands wake me up the next day,
Time will fly by but your company will not,
That's how i want to spend the rest of my life.
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Kewal Prasant Poem
Had a long to and fro day,
Eyes have gone weary, and heart dispirited,
Still the voyage is unfinished,
Rested in a train,
Attempting to gaze through the windows to resurrect the zeal back,
But winds up with darkness,
Which has nothing but abounding despair,
Time and again the nature bestows me with a flash of sparing light,
And therefore reminds me that there will come a day of contentment,
Which i embrace as an encrypted providence,
And rest my eyes for a night with yet another hope.
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Kewal Prasant Poem
Penny is in people's Mind,
Which makes them unkind.
A world bereft of penny,
Would be the genesis of bonhomie.
Then, the souls would do what they are supposed to do,
Stretch their hands to atone without much ado.
To reckon the very purpose of existence that God entitled us with,
Penny will say, I am just a myth.
Penny is in people's Mind,
Which makes them unkind.
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Kewal Prasant Poem
Mamba, you were, are, and will be a legend,
You have introduced many to the game,
we learn your extent of perseverance and, determination,
without disruption,
not easy to replicate,
yet, we try to emulate.
Remember, the story doesn't end here,
your motivation and legacy will not go in vain,
to make life good,
we must look,
into your experiences and broaden our outlook.
Mamba, you were, are, and will be a legend!!
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Kewal Prasant Poem
What is the purpose of our existence?
Do we even have a shred of time to ruminate?
Why do we fight or wage a war?
Gods have gifted us this life probably assuming, we are the most intelligent creatures,
They must be repenting by now,
We are so indulged in greed that we could even commit any barbaric act just to fulfill our desires,
"Human" emanates from humanity, but they both have no co-relation,
Nations fighting each other, people killing each other,
Hostility abounds,
Camaraderie is nowhere to be seen,
Power and money is on our head,
Can we change now?
We can save us by ourselves.
Time is running out,
Let us introspect and act!
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Kewal Prasant Poem
It happens again,
Yet another natural upheaval,
Thousands lives dispelled in seconds,
The pertinent question is why does it occur,
Do Gods even exist?
If you exist,
Are you even aware of your conscience ?
Your acts and actions are full of follies.
If you can't assuage then,
What is very purpose of your existence?
You are a mere bystander.
Questions are ample but the answers are none
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Kewal Prasant Poem
Why have thy made me soft hearted,
Beleaguered by men of cruelty,
I am afraid I will succumb lest thy bless me with strength,
Thy have the power,
Either bless me with stark will or transform my heart alike thiers,
This is my cordial and earnest prayer.
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