Sachin Sahu

I was so close,
Could have smelt the Panacea.
But, could not reach there.
Could not face the approaching fear.
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Get up Mom!
Wipe off my tears.
Veil the hue its hurling.
The pain of your absence.
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'This poem is about all the struggle being faced on the path to glory. This path is always turbulent. What matters is for us to not get influenced by negative anecdotes, and create one for ourselves for generations to follow.

The first two stanzas are regarding the pain and hues to be expected on this road towards glory. The final verse renders the mirth and ambrosia of having reached there.'
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There she was.
Standing at a whispering tapest,
but still far away to cross the vista.
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The carpet of my dreams,
My vociferous desires shining.
Ravish from the abyss of glean,
Sad, though they are mine.
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The ubiquitous spa of divergent glance,
Shoves stream of extreme vagaries.
Rendering nector of perpetual fractance,
and retrospection of pacifying memories.
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Loneliness in the crowd,
Status completely screwed.
But does that really matter?
Does it sharpen the threatening spear?
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Fragile she stands, shredding tears of blood,
Her groans falling into obtuse ears.
Her head, once the crown of nirvana,
Has turned red in perpetual malevolence.
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