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The Guilt

The guilt that I denied that beggar

When a coin was just a meager

I could have helped that blind

Whom for no reason I declined

The guilt of leaving her alone

The guilt of minding my own

When I look back at the sand

Lonely footprints with no helping hand

So much of fortune, but none to share

Instead of ecstasy, why such despair

Now in the world, vast as sea

I find only me.

Pay Back

All the wounds can’t be healed

All her scratches can’t be filled

All the pains can’t be washed

All her stories can’t be quashed

All the scars can’t be painted

All her memories can’t be faded

But she endured, all the attack

Now was her time, to pay it back.

A Letter To My Best Friend

Snatching my cigarettes, then pulling my hair

Untimely hugs and slaps, then unconditional care

Your psychic habit, of deciding the class bunk

Then staying sober, seeing me getting drunk

Hearing my sickness, leaving everything behind

Scolding me being angry, then loving me being kind

My canteen-your lunch box, my expenses-your purse

Your smile-my ecstasy, your world-my universe

Not my mother not my sister, neither girlfriend nor wife

Let the world be my side, but I need you in my life

I wear your watch, your shoe, and your jacket blue

I can sustain with your gifts, but can’t live without you

My emotions are unpleasant, like a newly caged bird

I am lost without your hand, like a child in the herd

Won’t you come back, see what I am going through

I am not in love; I am too much used to you.

Dad’s Princess

From the breaking of dawn, he worked like a clock

Relentlessly without a flinch, then too exhausted to walk

Limbs entirely drained, clothes partially stained

Distress was never less, in a world full of mess

Crushed by the pebbles, in dearth of petals

Keeping up the fight, reached home by twilight

Life returned, when his princess hugged him tight.

His gloomy face glowed, like a dead rivulet flowed

Jovial laugh, carefree shrieks, tiny eyes, flossy cheeks

For a man agonized, she was love epitomized

She would jump and leap, in his lap she would sleep

Her beauty-his hope, her smile-his strength

For joy in her heart, he would go to any length

Comfort to his bruises, delight to his view

Like colors of rainbow, scattered on a dew

He embraced her close, he kept her warm

For daughter till eternity, he would fight the storm.

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