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Aloke Jain Poem
My fair share of toil
Has wiped its own sweat
And life has paid her debt to birth
What remains is honour now
And baptism with the waters of death
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Aloke Jain Poem
Motion
Everyone’s moving
So is the world
The child that once was
Has learnt to walk
And the stroll is now a run
Some on the track
Some beside it
It is either a race
Or a road to glory
I stand, in motion
As my eyes fixed
On the world that goes by.
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Aloke Jain Poem
FATE OF PAIN
What shall I do with this pain?
Blooming deep within my bosom
Light it up in flames and afire
Latent joys of a life obscure?
Or quench away in heavenly flow?
A sweet drowning of senses glow
Or should it be blunted with words?
Hollow sounds to wounded ears
Or let it run like a river swift?
Cutting beneath deeper still
Until the mighty heart ruptures
From pastures to chasm dark
But, alas! I know its piteous fate
Submerged in naive smiles it stays
Tendered by the daily aches
Until one night the reaper comes
And release the muse from its deadly sneer.
Copyright © Aloke Jain | Year Posted 2017
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