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Shaswat Singh Poem
the winter is coming , the cold breeze whispered;
he clung to his rags , cursed and shivered,
the birds fly past to the homes warmer,
curious eyes following the back of the lone traveller,
chirping as if to awake him in his sleep;
he hears them, feel their eyes at his back,
and drags the feet on, along did the winter creep,
face white as ghost veins visible as crack,
eyes fixed on the star in the north;fists clenched,
he clung to his rags , the birds mock see it stained,
if they only knew how warm it was,
for he saw it precious with all its flaws,
they have a long way to go and he hushes them away,
little things , curious but flew on,
it is a long journey and he is damned alone.
the wild oaks and the tall teak swayed in fray,
leaves rustling under the feet to shake the man,
scared, the traveler wanted to flee,
the blood already frozen in his veins,
but the coat was warm and convinced him ahead:
"son, the journey is long and cold , why not dread?"
The traveler looked at the star on the north, the blood warm again
"coz winter will pass and there will be rain"
replied the man,pulled his coat closer , his breath heavy,
"but he is in just rags" , he heard them whisper,
little do they know, the silk coat kept him cozy ,
the path gets whiter , wider and the forest thinner,
while sky cries snow, heart grows a shade lighter;
the cold wind whispers " let go son , it's time".
he scowls back, drapes his coat tighter,
the rags promise ," there will be sunshine"
the wind frowns, bids adieu and whistles away,
as the falling snow watches in dismay
Covers the red on the white left on the way.
and the traveler walks on, his eyes on the star..
Copyright © Shaswat Singh | Year Posted 2015
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Shaswat Singh Poem
I am a wall, a lonely disgusting wall
See through my eyes, oh yes..i see u.
Hear what you don’t say…
Look as your tears fall
Console I can’t... But this is true
Loyal I stand come what may..
Yesterday when the sun went down
And the world slept sound …
Staring at me, you whispered something
Longing in your voice... Her name... Was it?
The ache, my friend, me heartless felt
Embrace you I can’t, distant was I standing
Soul less am I but it did hurt a bit.
A portrait slowly emerged on me..
It was her... wasn’t she?
Bewildered, enticed you stared
The image, it went blurred
Deny will you and may what say...
But a tear in your eye gave it all away
Strength I can’t give you my friend…
Yet my life with you will I spend.
I see you write something very moment
It concerns her... doesn’t it?
The night is past, already spent,
Sleep in your eyes miles away,
To give you company I do sit..
Horizon I see orange and you I know, pray…
Memoirs hers never do decay...
The dawn races in … the balcony lit…
The world welcomes a whole new day
But for you, the world seems to stay.
The world seems to stay….
Copyright © Shaswat Singh | Year Posted 2015
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