Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Laugh! Laugh!
Upon the despair
of mine.
Giggle! Giggle!
Near the hovel
of mine.
Revenge! Revenge
I will take, let
The days come.
Mute! Mute!
Today i am to
respond.
Rumble! Rumble!
I will, let the
clock favour.
Pride! Pride!
Kings you today
for sure.
Shatter! Shatter!
It will when my
turn will come.
Crying! Crying!
I am with non-chalance
of you.
Cry! Cry!
You have to
Let my triumphs
arrive.

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Motherhood

Motherhood

A most soothing bower
Makes she with the
Branches of her maternity
Under which every baby
Gets nurtured to become
A milestone.
Her feet, the heaven
Lies where; makes her
Richest among the
Humans all.
The pristine milk
Sourced to the
Fountains of heaven,
Flows through her
Breasts to irrigate
The barren soils of
Immaturity and brings
The springs of
Wisdom and maturity.
Lap of hers where
With ultimate calm
With frustrations
Banned since the
Universe exists.
Tender kisses and
Her lovesome hugs
Which transmit the
blessings and
Benedictions unlimited.
A paragon she is
of virtue the saints
Fail; where tycoons
Dust and masters
Serf.
Mother’s lullabies with
Lessons divine inside,
An unlearned baby
By which turns
Scholastic and
Filling the Muses
With pride
shattered.

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Plucked

Plucked

Plucked from
the tree of
love and
trampled beneath
the feet of
her unconquered
pride
Continuous rain
of scissors from
the eyes of hers
tearing my
delicate heart
with mercy
subtracted; and
I still beyond
refrain to love
her. Idiocy mine
is what kind of
that i embrace
whatever she
bestow me.
My silence it is
to bear her
questions; otherwise
my answers if
will i give,
will shake the
roots of the
questions of hers
for sure.

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Delusion

Delusion

Mine you are
Thought i thousand
Times; But all
False weaving
Was I.
Had intended many
Times to be safe
From the love
of you.
Ah! Your master
Smiles succeed in
Knitting the itchy
Net defeat the
Calm and liberation
Of me the poor.
Scattered the shards
Of heart after
Smashed by the
Unmerciful blows
Of a proud stone
With rumpus unheard
Complains mine
Returned with
Jeering and refute
O! Brain user
Will you ever
Get time to
Count the beats
Of my jejune
Heart.
How long you
Will fell the prey
Of this foppish
World.
Here my battle
Of breaths too
Close to be conquered and you
There are yet
To unlock your
Negligence. My
World so dark
I am left in to
Find myself
As a child left
Woods besieged
With hungry foxes
Searching his mother.
So broken am
I
But who cares
For fellows
Purses tattered
whose are.

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Costly Dreams

Costly Dreams

Me___A creature of clay,
have dared to desire
to acquire the love and
light of that shining Moon.
Have struggled hard to
land my aims over her chest;
will hollow expects to bring
her home one day.
Oh! My subservience and
helplessness, which are
erecting the hard walls
in between us, to pull
the wings of my imagination
back to the dusts of earth.
Now, uncountable tyrannical
questions are raining the wrath
upon my wounded mind.
One is, what will happen to my heart
Onwards?
Lo! Those having empty purses
and shabby cupboard are of
nil right even to dream
about such costly dreams.
The Moon and clay can’t
Sleep under same blanket
Of matrimony.

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