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Nitesh Pradhan Poem
Some days I'm angry
Sometimes I'm dumb
Some days I'm hurting
Sometimes I'm numb
Somethings I wish for
Somethings I've done
Some days I'm honest
Sometimes I run
Some days I cry
Sometimes I don't
Some days I'm hurting
Sometimes it's fun
Some days I tell you
Sometimes I don't
Copyright © Nitesh Pradhan | Year Posted 2017
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Everything from the sleeplessness of the the speechless nights, to the uselessness of the clueless days
and in between Meloncoly of serenity;
Sincerely, Solemnly, nothing but vanity
Copyright © Nitesh Pradhan | Year Posted 2025
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Nitesh Pradhan Poem
There's this boy in the mirror, I wonder who he is.
Sometimes I think I know him
sometimes I wish I did.
There is a story in his eyes, lullabies, and goodbye.
When he's looking back at me I can tell...he's hurting inside....
Copyright © Nitesh Pradhan | Year Posted 2017
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Dawn dwells before the stars reside.
Right after the lights subside.
Little it takes for it to abide.
Inside the hive toil still bold.
Desires inside remain on hold.
Unanattinable wishes to behold.
Copyright © Nitesh Pradhan | Year Posted 2017
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A clock ticks away all its life
Unknown to the world outside
Does it like its refrain?
Our does it think it's all in vain?
Copyright © Nitesh Pradhan | Year Posted 2020
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Look what we've done
But why did you?
Look, we've done it
But should we have?
Why this first?
To be more heard.
Just because we could?
We'll describe.
So what about evolution?
What about it?
Is it not the rule?
Who’s to say?
Was it necessary?
We’ll justify it.
But in the silence
The howl remains.
Copyright © Nitesh Pradhan | Year Posted 2025
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Slept throughout the day,
Feels like I’ve slept through my life.
Wide awake I lay—
It’s just that kind of night.
I've become a spectator of my own life,
Not a wink, even though I’ve turned off the light.
Switching postures, counting sheep,
Tried every last bit—
I guess it’s just those kinds of night.
I'm not living in the past,
Or in the present, for that matter.
Tried everything to feel alive,
But the hour I’m thinking all this… isn’t quite right.
I understand now—
It’s just those kinds of night.
Copyright © Nitesh Pradhan | Year Posted 2025
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