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Agnimitra Mishra Poem
The wind blew the leaves away, for it was the end of times
The leaves dried and had fallen, for it was on the cold ground
The thoughts of being tethered to the warm support
Of the love and embrace, it was wonderful times
The love had forsaken the once tender leaves
It was the autumn time, the days they are left to fall away
The dimming memory of leaves, to see the glory of sun
To dance to the tunes of singing gale
Alas it was their end of times
The kid on the block walked over the pile of them all
Asked his father, why this happened at all
"the love of tree, shouldn't make it to keep them in its fold"
Father smiled, he replied this wasn't the end of this all
For the day will come when the sun will again be up, in its full glory
The cycle of life and death will again swing
And a day will come when you will again walk over the leaves, and maybe i wont be there
Copyright © Agnimitra Mishra | Year Posted 2015
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Agnimitra Mishra Poem
It was a very dark night
With no one to listen her plight
She looked for mercy, but found wanton eyes filled with lustful delight.
She saw her life flash before her eyes, her fright now scaled new height
It was a horrendous feeling, one of pain and Hurt
Alas it was all over: the face of her family suddenly dazzled in her mind, clear and bright.
The perceived guilt-ridden existence weighed her like an anchor weighs a ship
The assailants had left her alive but scarred her for life
She dreaded society more than her present trauma, for she may recover from second, it is the first one which will haunt her for life.
Copyright © Agnimitra Mishra | Year Posted 2015
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Agnimitra Mishra Poem
Roses are red, violets are blue
I am scared if it turns out true
The future that everyone, but me, see
They say, "boy dont dream things that wont fit in that sack"
The sack that stays on my back
As I scavenge, browsing the sea
Of things people refuse to keep
Life it seems, is a mountain of refuse, with a depth of despair
The ways of life, everyone says is to know ur place in life
If born in waste, then its going to end while scrounging ur keep
I belie this lie
For I know this isnt purpose of my life,
With this resolve I hold my sack on my back
And balance a book in my hand
Copyright © Agnimitra Mishra | Year Posted 2015
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