Lajpat Chawla Poems

Why was I born a rose, sunflower I should have been.
They plucked me as infant, sunflower I should have been.
Why Red color you gave me mom, Black was very much cool
Girls hugged me so close and tight with a shriek did they drool.
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Goddess of sleep Hypno by name,
Come my kid is awake.
Bless her on head, with magic thread
Come my kid is awake.
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She lived in hearts of the men once,
She now stays in her tomb.
You may hear her wail someday
'They killed me with a bomb'
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On a hill of the town Riverdale,
There lived a forlorn male.
In a house made of wood and nail,
With four girls he loved regale.
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All artists, performers all work with their soul.
Clap them often tap then often pamper their soul.
They give you then their best, say good with your soul.
Round of applause at proper spot, give them with your soul.
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No, others did not hurt,
I was hurt by own,
Acquaintances, bosom friends,
and all.
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My heart aches as the Sun gallops away slowly to his abode,
Smoke in shape of a human body ascends from a distant road.
A woman hiding her face below her palms, cries near her node.
She labored, she made the building, she worked for the high rise.
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I wish I were a tear
Which stayed in your eyes,
And, you never ever wept.
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Damn with your today, damn with the days to come,
Take me to my past, to the time, I had so awesome.
There was a girl I loved, the girl was like a hurricane,
She swept me off my feet, ran over me like a train.
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