Nikhila Churia Poems

Oh, my husband!
My sweet beloved;
My love for you could not be measured;
Your love is all that I have treasured.
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This was my dream;
My dream as a child;
To walk by the river;
Watching the waves caress the banks.
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There are no words left to say;
How broken and torn my heart is;
Life seems to just fade away;
Leaving my mind lonely and cold.
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Virtue is always mistaken;
But truth shall remain unshaken;
Let hypocrites criticize;
People wise shall realize.
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The fallen leaves lay bare and cold;
Monuments of a sad love story;
Withered, brown and crushed they lay;
Waiting for the earth to be their grave;
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I woke up in the morning,
With my Lord on my mind,
It is his day of resurrection,
I need to go to Easter mass.
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I feel like a bird;
Caged within the walls of fire;
I remember what someone wise said;
Your greatest enemy is your own desire.
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As I disembark;
This ship of sorrows;
I look beyond;
The sky of uncertainty.
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I am Death;
An exalted truth;
Your ineluctable abode;
And your most loyal companion.
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She was always sad;
With imploring eyes;
People thought she was mad;
Since she seemed as cold as ice.
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