Kaustubh Patthe

Kaustubh Patthe Poems

I was in love,
Love is the four letters,
one word.
I devoted my love to thy love, fathomlessly.
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It's a sunny day,
Bird's are flying away and away,
It's a summer's sun,
It's a summer's fun,
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Thy body is burning bare on bed.
Thy body feel with hunger, desires and temptations.
Thy body is like curvy sculpture carved by God.
Thy hair is like dark black clouds pouring on thy bare back.
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Will you remember me when you are in his arms cause as a last resort you rest in mine.

Will you remember me when you walk in rain with him cause you held my hands for a long mile.
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No angel, no God.
No father, no lord.

I walk holding your hand,
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In this wintry December eve,
I am walking through the avenue.
I can see grass wet with dew,
And the misty curtain that nature weaves.
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I remember you like the moon which fall upon me,
Like the smooth breeze that pinch me.
Like the shiver of November cold,
Like the fire I try to hold.
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It was a cold winter,
I’m in deep sorrow,
My bosom got heavy with cry,
And she’s not there to borrow, or to listen,
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My heart wants you,
Because my heart left me lone time ago,
Since the day I’ve met you,
My heart beats for you.
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I got a dream, a dream of you,
You were there alone standing in white,
Ravishing, more than I ever knew,
Like the angel from the heavenly sight.
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The day without you I pass in the loneliness of time,
I dive into emptiness of my heart,
And the whole world starts to fall apart.
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If you ask me why I love you, then I must tell you that,
I love you because,
It’s the darkness of your hairs,
It’s the magic of your touch,
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I m a stranger
She is unknown to me,
And Im just a stranger.
I want her to be mine,
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When I am not there anymore,
I might be passed.
Do not cry for me, Do not grieve for me.
Cause I am not gone.
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My life is began to burn,
I'm suffering for my sins,
And the hatred I earn,
Made me wicked and mean.
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The night is getting widow,
It is so cloudy and decor.
The moonlight is coming through my window,
And falling on my floor.
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The Best Poem Of Kaustubh Patthe

Let Bygones Be Bygones

Thither was affair that befall,
Was that mistake or aim?
Good or bad suffered by all,
But I couldn't find live to blame.

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Randhir Kaur 20 July 2015

Very nicely penned..

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