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Abhishek Rathore Poem
.......The last drop of tear………
Embracing the eyes, caressing them
The last drop of tears is most beautiful
It doesn’t shed and leave eyes like its brethren
It remains with eyes till the end; dutiful
And it only leaves when eyes stop crying
It ensures the woes are gone; pain thus ended
Indeed the tear stakes its own life, its existence
But never quits its efforts: meaningful and splendid
And when it loses its life; let its corpse disperse in air
Even then its soul is there, to be together, to care
And its warmth reminds eyes not to cry anymore
But to respect tear’s endeavors: so selfless, so pure
And then eyes smile; pain ends; moments rejoice
The unsung saga of last drop of tear, it dies but ends the cries…
Copyright © Abhishek Rathore | Year Posted 2015
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Abhishek Rathore Poem
Let the name be forgotten
Let the skin tone be rotten
Burn the face; kill the looks
Let the identity be unknown
Alone let the wanderer wander
Shapeless; intangible to gusts of emotions
No one to ask; no one to be shown
And beyond the world of bigots,
Who claim to be different but are different
Who smile at face but stab at back
Let the shapeless stray
Let the thoughts prevail and burgeon
Beyond spoilers of I and thee
Let the faceless smile; let the wanderer be free
Copyright © Abhishek Rathore | Year Posted 2015
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Abhishek Rathore Poem
I am a tussock, lying alone
Alone on the ground, unfound
Mating the solitude, some pebbles and a stone
I am a tussock, lying alone
Wind carries me in its lap
Make me witness, mountains and seas
I touch veins, falling from high trees
Floats on the blue mirror, with lilies grown
I am a tussock, lying alone
To the world of shine and fame
I am useless, no identity no name
But I am happy to be unknown
I am a tussock, lying alone
I am nothing, nothing to be noticed
And thus, free from restrictions, obligations
Free from expectations, free from relations
Do voyages in a manner of my own
I am a tussock, lying alone
Copyright © Abhishek Rathore | Year Posted 2015
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