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Prabhjeet Singh Poem
My friend ,
You have accused me
Of stealing the color from a butterfly
Of your town.
I tore out of some garden, you say,
A sapling of gulmohar
And planted it
In a desolate and barren cemetery.
Just as the coral tree
Has bitter roots,
So, in my heart,
Lies sin!
I am degenerate, immoral,
You have judged me to be vile!
I am well aquainted with pain and have deliberately
Made it my power.
I am a bird of prey and do not care
For the friendship of little birds.
My colors are false,
I am a dishonest dyer!
The inky serpent of fame
Lies around my neck
And strikes, with my songs,
Little heart-baskets!
My pain, like Ashwathaama’s
Is never-ending!
You remind me that my body-room
Will disintegrate soon enough.
In exchange for fragrant songs
I trade in wombs.
I am, you write
A very adolescent trader.
You say that a shadow
Is a child of light.
It is not the duty of a shadow
To separate.
The duty of a shadow is
Devotion to light.
In light, to always be ahead,
And to extinguish itself in light.
Even a bird can fly away
If is miserable in its cage.
But each day
I catch and discard new birds.
The reason I do this, you say, is that I covet just one thing,
The sorrow in my soul.
Because every song I sing,
Is a song of sorrow.
You also write
About one butterfly.
The butterfly who spent a short time
In my garden,
The butterfly with a weakness for,
Silver flowers,
The butterflywho desired,
Golden stars.
Her face was sweet,
Like the moon in a desert.
My songs
Were very dear to her.
You considered me
A son of Saraswati,
Today your opinion about me
Is altered!
At the end you have written
That I ought to be ashamed of myself!
That I should drown myself
In a tub of acid!
I should take my sick self -
Along with my songs -
And leave the environs
Of your town today!
Society has no need
Of my worthless sorrows!
I should be fighting for
The rights of workers!
I ought to disperse the color
Of my beloved
To the grain in the fields.
I ought to take the sorrow of the world,
And set it, like a jewel, in a ring of songs!
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Prabhjeet Singh Poem
Have no words for your goodness
You are blessed
And now making me bless
Have no words for your goodness
Your every touch ends my pain
If I'm feeling sad
So you becomes a lovely rain
Your every touch ends my pain
I feel complete with you
I was ended
You become my life new
I feel complete with you
Your eyes like a star
It hits
And make mine war
Your eyes like a star
I gave you name Mttato
What if ?
I always fight do so!
I gave you name Mttato .
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Prabhjeet Singh Poem
Today this poor man
Begs you once again,
For one more tragedy,
For the sake of his pen.
It has been an age
Since I have drunk of sorrow,
Stir tears into pain,
Make it twice as fierce.
This blank sheet of paper
Watches me silently,
A caravan of poems
Is lost in a desert of words.
I want to walk
With the ache of the thorn in my foot,
Whatever be the distance, my friend,
From sorrow to the grave.
Even pain has turned its back upon me.
Come back! says Prabh,
You have been my tale
For a long, long time!
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Prabhjeet Singh Poem
Hey baby, lets dive in love,
In the deep core,
Watching falling sun feeling soul,
At the sea shore,
Hey baby, lets dive in love,
In the deep core.
Every time you're near,
I feel so high,
Come on hug me, we're,
Covered by the sky.
Want in this life just me and you,
Not anything more,
Hey baby, lets dive in love,
In the deep core.
I find solace in your lap,
Mttato...,
Let's end all the gap,
Want to live in your eyes,
Want to be in your sighs,
Like Meera loved lord Krishen,
Like that want to be in your vision,
I want to die in your arms,
Want to feel your love warms,
Want to put my head on your feet,
Mttato, you are only,
Who can make me defeat,
Your every single touch is with me,
Mttato...you are like my life's key,
When you touch my face
It make me glow,
And if there is kiss case,
So it make me blow,
You are more than my soul,
More than everything,
Waiting for that day when you will;
Accept my wedding ring,
I will be the luckiest on this earth,
Because when my love will be with me,
I will become a man with worth,
Mttato....prabhjeet is only your,
He don't know anything more,
Saying you Mttato
Lets dive in love in the deep core,
Watching falling sun feeling soul,
At the sea shore,
Hey baby, lets dive in love,
In the deep core.
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Prabhjeet Singh Poem
I am happy that you are mine
I don't need drinks.....
You are mah rum mah wine
From where i bring the words for your praise
Gussa mat hua kro yrr ,everytime i need to chase
I know sometimes I behave so bad
But u r mine
It makes me feel glad
You make me complete
I never gonna cheat
Cheat; with our feeling
With our emotions
With our love, and
With our positions
Which we have in one another's life
And i don't have any doubt
That you are going to be my wife.e
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Prabhjeet Singh Poem
The sun that you stole
Was mine.
The house that you threw into darkness,
Was mine.
The sunshine that smiles in your home, is mine.
My life is bleak without it,
The odor of my grief is heavy on it,
It was mine yesterday and is mine today.
It is I, bereft of light, who am its father.
It is my fire that is embedded in its limbs.
The smell of my sun is in it,
The sun that was stolen from me in broad daylight.
But you cannot be blamed for this theft.
The sun has been stolen in every era.
An afternoon has always died,
Weeping for the sun.
I, lightless, beamless, have a request,
I, a faithless father, stand at your door.
Let me place a sun upon your forehead,
And beg you for my sunlight.
I, who died long ago, beg you to bestow this on me.
Never utter my name again in the sunlight.
If ever some ray asks a question, remain silent,
Or call me a ‘black sun’ and let it go.
This is the request of a father of sunlight.
From this day, on my sunshine is dead to me
Along with the sun it is yours now,
Wherever it smiles, is the home if its father.
The sun that you stole
Was mine.
The house that you threw into darkness,
Was mine.
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