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Best Poems Written by Mayur Choudhari

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Be a Cow

I should fear, I should hide
I should obey and abide.
I should behave when I'm out,
Masks, hijaabs, drapes and shrouds.

I should read but not write, 
Not confront but shimmer with fright.
I should learn to not hate and let 
You make me warm your bed.

I should never raise a voice, 
Should never aspire of heights to rise.
I should not fight but be hapless;
My person should be my dress.

I shall wash and I shall cook
Bear your children, I shall stoop.
Duress, care, feeble, weak.
Your stronghold should I always seek.

I shall follow but never lead
If there's hope, I shall not heed.
You shall trample, you shall play.
Rape or kill, have your way.

Strange though it seems, the way it has been. 
Maybe I don't complain, but couldn't you have seen. 
This age of worship, rage and anger that I see now
I wonder you'd listen, if not a woman I had rather been a cow.

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Weep

Sorrow is the word of the walk around
The more you tread, it heaps abound. 
You curve your lips to mend the world
And everyone around is a story unfurled.
You listen, rapt with attention
For you have to know the flow to dam the river.
You find a way to reach subjugation
Weild the soothing hand to their tremor.
Every whisper, every sob, every desperate shout; 
You condone every cry.
Futile it may seem, you're full of doubt,
But never do you cease to try.
And then comes the point festered.
You want to be the sheep
Tired of tending akin a shepherd
Just sit down alone and weep.

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Night

The stars are striving to keep the moon afloat, 
The sound of silent darkness playing its game. 
The owls and bats are out on a hunting spree, 
the world covertly rendered light free. 
A flickering lantern striving to be the sun, 
Baffled how night has turned it into one!

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Street Goddess

A congregation of devotees, saffron sea, 
passes by her, much to her glee;
Not for the Goddess they are revering for
but the food, it has been three days she’s longing for
So our street Goddess takes her chance in the crowd
Leaps forward still shouting with a voice parched out,
But the Goddess of the masses too is mob conscient 
The food She offers is not for the urchin prevalence.
The procession thus passes, but no one could see,
The Creator they are searching is still bereft on the street.

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Dark

Let there be no light, 
Errie darkness,
Let it surround the world in it's wake
The black cover, let it encompass,
Smother every flame that lasts.

For the dark does not demarcate, you from me and from anybody else, 
The dark does not arbitrate,
It unbounds every built fence.

The dark makes us hear the world, 
It does not let us know,
You might be pale or blue, noble or brute,
The dark does not let it show.

Light makes us decree, 
Good from bad, enslaved from free.
It makes us arrive,
to conclusions, 
rested on what we sight. 

The dark takes it away,
the power to guage, to purvey,
It makes us realize,
The disguise, the confines,
Turns each of us into a surprise.

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Charade

Come join the charade;
Of seeking out the ones that last,
moving ahead to make new pasts,
big money and little hearts.

Of sleeping pills till the sleep at last,
sifting through an hour glass;
Same but divided in race and class;
Luck and fate and shooting stars.

Of steering clear to stand apart;
Loneliness within a world so vast.
Shoot and kill; gun and brass,
sharp and brilliant, yet so chaste.

Of destinations, directionless,
at home; but out of place.
Waiting for a final blast
of chaos, to find peace at last.

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Last Leaf

Unheralded, whispering, 
the cold dry wind;
Smooth, unflustered, continuous,
It flew past nonchalant, unflinched.
Scoured everything with it's icy stare,
Sweeping, blanketing,
it rode on and ahead.
Big or small, stunted or tall,
it sped upon and spread.
Birch or pine, oak or maple,
Bare or confined, faltering or stable,
Hoarded upon by it's giant stride,
shivering they yeild,
To it's bludgeoning might.
Surging and surfing, 
plundering, it thunders up to me
Stuttering, shaking,
Quivering I be.
Holding on to the last strand, I merely breathe,
It plays the terror, ferocious it is,
But I'll hold on my branch, my maple tree
The cold wind can trample, it can decree
I be the last leaf, it can't set me free.

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Flight

So it stopped, I hoped it did sooner
Now with time I know I've grown meaner
Like a whirlwind that passed I did not realize
Before the hangover could pass, they picked me up to revive..
If this was all that had to be, 
I could still be okay..
But this life just has no sanity
Stained again with insecurities
Before I could even think of flight

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Again

I've lost it again,
 the time, the shine,
 I found, the Divine. 
 the care, the flair,
 My love, my prayer.
 The touch, the nudge, 
 The tears they smudge,
 my face, my heart,
 crumble, fall apart,
 wide eyed, conciled,
 confined, docile.
 bear it all, I fall,
 It's withdrawal,
 from love, it coups up,
 ardent, perturbed.
 It cuts, scratches, wounds
 Slashes,
 Snatches,
  you,
  from me,
  I bleed, I plead,
  Crawling, kneeling,
  I tread, squealing,
  pain remains,
  Enchained, restrained,
  Smirk, I feign,
  I've lost it again.