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Sampratya Pathak Poem
Swimming in mire of memory,
Searching the fish of forgetfulness,
Those are not the good days;
Nervous eyes will get attacked,
Leaving residue of a small heart,
Beat the soft cheeks like egg;
Hands smack the sensitive back,
Infernal, Thrashed till tears,
Suspense of demonic destruction,
Climax of nervy showers,
Bringing noises of home to job,
Ruthlessly pulling off frustrations;
Child became a punching bag;
Explanation of sparing the rod,
Rooms; never to go torture spaces,
Chiron of Greece will feel ashamed;
His passions going for putrefaction,
Witches with too many potions;
Heating the young blood for evil;
Then go home riding on brooms,
Satisfied without such education;
Sweated a lot digging deep;
A metallic coffin from hell,
Burying the days of horror,
Don’t exhume those days.
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Blue balloons with red,
Fear of closing eyes,
A growling dad,
The hostile place,
A terrified boy,
Blue balloons with red,
All desires womanized,
A thorny bed,
Finding skirts to chase,
Sex with a strigoi,
Blue balloons with red,
Stones don’t apologize,
The world of Vlad,
Spirits leave no trace,
The friend is a decoy,
Blue balloons with red,
Witches galvanized,
Cant bell the cat,
With imaginary friends,
And a Helen of troy.
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Sampratya Pathak Poem
Daughters
Oh she’s so soft,
Blessed by angels,
The tantalizing giggles;
All get merry,
A beautiful butterfly;
Dulcets in the air,
Delighted on the swings;
Up above the world,
A panoply of dolls;
Tickled-pink with felicity;
Round and round the garden,
Paper boats down the stream,
Flying through komorebi,
Top of the hill; triumph;
A cute bumblebee,
Happiness of the home,
Cookies, puddings and pies;
So yummy,
Chomping sugar cubes;
Hiding in the kitchen,
The beloved sweet girl,
Dearest darling of her dad,
Balmy Innocent vibes,
Princess of her mom,
But that day…
Azure will get gloomy,
The utopia will be in kenopsia;
Kiddie will become a bride,
Whirring of the bird;
She’ll go with the breeze,
Leaving an aroma of memories,
A fragrant empty room,
The swings will get rusty,
No lover of candies,
The flowers will dry up;
Garden; only green,
Then one day again;
The home will blossom,
Lovely gift for her parents;
A beautiful grand-daughter.
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Teary Panacea
Inject the serum of pain,
Numbness crawls in quickly,
Pours down from eyes,
Foggy sight hides reality,
A tear rests near the lips,
Then slides on the tongue,
That’s the taste of remedy;
The pain-killer.
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