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Diwakar Bhatt Poems
Dried Red Rose
One day I took out a book from shelf, Didn’t remember when I read it myself. Slowly dusted with a cloth quite clean,
Never Say No
Hey, the hyacinth of my life so dreary, Give me the alms of your love savory. An indigent I am without love poured,
The summer night was lovely and gay, Stars shimmering in the sky far away. Full moon was no less than perfect, As if a piece of some silvery artifact.
The vow I take to love you forever till my last, Every word I speak, confirm an attitude die cast. Eternity would still be insufficient, I proclaim,
Colors Of Holi
The chilly winter is gone leaving behind a cool clime salubrious, The morning sun is greeted by singing birds in tones mellifluous.
Song of love
Hey! Come along! Let us sing love song, Blissful time in life would never last long. The moon and stars seem smiling upon us,
My Wish to God
O! God! Curb all my vices as my wish first, Redeem my soul from mire of greed and lust. Purify it by the holy words of your discourse, Assimilate it unto your cosmic form I propose.
When my eyes met yours, heart raced fast, Rapture immense seeped in forever to last. Song of love sung by the nature to greet us,
Ramayana part IV Exile of Rama
Bride and groom been welcomed in Ayodhya, A huge pompous procession followed Ram and Sita. Whole populace pronounced slogans of praise,
When you love someone in heart alone, Craving and passion of flesh all foregone. When meeting and talking gives pleasure,
O! My love, let me hold you in the bound of my arms, Your delicate body and fragrance create utopian charms. Enamored I am by the sensual beauty the God bestowed
New Year Eve
The sun is setting in the west like a fireball, Soon the dark night will lay its eventual pall. The last night of the year passing to be history,
A Ditty Of Love
I love you! It is a truth more than my life, Lucky I am to have such an adorable wife. So docile and lovable creature you are, Bore the burden of my tyrannies so far.
Someone sweet I know for a little time, More of a poem with rhythm & rhyme. Smiling face charming able to cast a spell,
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Dried Red Rose
One day I took out a book from shelf,
Didn’t remember when I read it myself.
Slowly dusted with a cloth quite clean,
Title “Romeo & Juliet” could be seen.
Suddenly, eyes filled with tears of pain,
A blurred image in mind sharpened again.
Stood with the book in trembling hands,
Such deep grief I could hardly withstands.
All happenings came alive before my eyes,
As if a dark night quashed by bright sunrise.
Opened the book with affection and reverence,
It was a gift from a damsel who loved me once.
I could see a dried red rose ...