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Aparnaa K K Poem
The two invisible killers raised their knives,
To declare the mighty victor in their lives.
The first exclaimed people to their will,
And the other just made the kill.
The former smeared people to their range,
While the latter just made them change.
The skies called the world fastening,
When the living souls survived the hardening.
The little angels had to behold ,
Just like to follow what they were told.
The good had its battle gone ,
But the horrendous war was still on.
The evil smirked through its cheeks,
Hoping nothing would change for weeks.
The permanence saw its end buried in the lawn ,
And the strength on the weaker was born .
Happiness won the belittling war ,
Coming through the hardest like tar.
The sapiens never despised sorrow,
For all they wanted was a better tomorrow..
~Aparnaa
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He broke "her" loudest cry for the awaited moment,
With his tiny fingers made the mother - son agreement.
"Where is "he"?", he asked as months went by,
"She" knew , to put him to peace "she" had to lie.
Every night he slept hearing the bed time stories ,
For they were all about "his" green uniform and memories.
"Be brave, my man", "his" voice whispered,
Through the wired communication line he cheered.
"Brave men fight for their country", at school he learned,
An oblivious pride and glory over his head he earned.
Wearing "his" tree green uniform , he sat by the shore ,
Under the lonely moonlight he wished for the unseen and more.
Startled, the illicit society questioned him with satiric pride,
"A country man like "him",I shall be", he said like the strongest tide.
"Father", as he screamed was a cry too far,
For "he" had already let himself go in the cruel war...
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Aparnaa K K Poem
I gaped my silence to take a look
And I caught the world reading me like a book
I tested my reality in a mere luck”
Allowing my emotions run a muck
I rendered my beliefs to those anecdotal season
For happiness had no reason
It was rather a feeling.
My heart feeling my nostalgia cried emotionally out loud
Only soon to realize they are all just a mere passing cloud
It was a mere pain to be on my little turf
Under the blue moon to release like a smurf
It took me a lifetime to burst into originality
For all I had to do was accept the painful reality
I turned my mind back into my imagination
Where my complete happiness was still in probation
For happiness was not a reason
It was rather a feeling...
~Aparnaa
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I wounded every bit of me to make my final climb
Ignoring the horrendous war between the Nature and Life
I had a few hours left round my clock
To herald my last piece of offer to you.
I found this as the ‘secret treasure’ of life
In the inexorable dark room of Destiny.
I was just altruistic to offer it to you
For I value your life more than mine.
I’m gifting you my last chunk of life
An invincible space ticket to the Mars.
I would steal away my mildest mistakes with my death
If I would ever be accepted in other world ever
I leave my lasting piece of love here
For it could exist in the other planet if you accepted my offer.
You would be my first and last portion of brimful love
That would prove the world that something could last
It was my last hour and the beginning of your first
Thank you for keeping me alive in this morose world.
If my words would sense to you in this second
Then I wish you could hear my silent “Sorry” and vibrant “I love you”
If I ever would believe in time travel and life after death
I make my last promise to come and live it with you again.
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“She” rested the long probed brisk of silence,
The subject was finally far from ambivalence
The enigmatic answer hurdled through to find the way,
Thereby, making their togetherness more than a “they”.
“She” gladly wished and thanked the promise of sacrifice,
For “they” were ready to bequeath what’s to suffice.
“They” marveled their faith in the valley of hopefulness,
The 9 months of their true wait was filled with pure happiness.
Days of complete anticipation and thunder vastly grew
The final awaited moment endorsed, time infinitely flew.
As for the first time ever, a cry and a laugh coupled on the girth,
For that was what it was, the beautiful miracle of birth.
~Aparnaa
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