Satyendra Pratap singh
I am satyendra, for me poetry is a musical expression of thought.Human life is very unstable. We go through various phases in life and we undergo diffrent kinds of feelings and emotions through out
our lives and these emotions inspire me to write down in a piece of papper.By sharing I feel relieved.
In poetry I find sympathy in grief joy in happiness and ... more »
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Satyendra Pratap singh Poems
A Satire on Girlfriend
A Satire On Girlfriend What else make you happy I twisted my way of life to
You looked as if you were queen, I begged you love with despise deep turned away in elegant gait. Thinking that I would follow
How lucky a person is who has guts to die when his life become hell when he can not bear
Selfless love does not exist in any form anywhere everyone has a purpose if they come together.
Sorry for liking you so much Should have known the facts how feelings does not impact and you make most use of it.
How can i tell thee what are you for me like a cool breeze of air in May's humid summer
I fought against me hard to end this evil lust which degraded me to low level and weaken my virtues.
Money! Money! all around all want money more money rules our life now. Money is the base of all virtues
Life Is Dead
Life is a long lonely walk with no aim and destination simply accepting what comes my way.
Rise And Fall
One night looking at full moon one idea struck my mind and i begin to think. why not all time moon is
Hope Never Dies
Hope never dies life never fails even in midst of dreadiest doom
O! you selfless soul To take moments from Hectic life to assist folks Come out of their misery.
Let Not Heal My Wounds
Let not heal my wounds Nor my woes be vanished My fate let be cruel Eyes wet, sobs, sigh sore.
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