Santosh Chhetry Poems

She cries in every bit of my hurt,
Flourishes my way self walking through dirt.
Except her none can take my bother,
Heaven is there where is my MOTHER.
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The thing I never felt “light of yours”
Ultimately which extract me from these worldly cures,
Now I find self in the bondage so tight
Unfortunately I woke up at midnight.
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There thy existence the horizon where lies,
Although the desire is there but dream dies.
No matter what attempt I made,
Through the weird world and all the skies.
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