Swapan Deep Singh Poems

I could see a unique gleam on my father’s face;
It was shining like a star, shining like hay.
But what for was he happy?
He was happy coz it was fathers’ day.
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I stopped my car on a crossroad;
Waiting for the red light to turn green;
When suddenly my eyes froze over a sight;
A frail old man fighting with his plight.
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More tears rolled down her dimpled cheek,
The tears rolled fast and slipped down her face;
Oh! She had cried for days together;
Her son had died.
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Rain drops fell on his back;
And red drops fell from his chest;
And there lay a soldier, fighting death;
To win the battle of his country’s honour;
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She was 8, she knew few things.
She was young, she could hardly know.
But she could feel what she was going through,
And she could do nothing.
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When the heart stops throbbing,
When the body becomes frail,
When the kin start sobbing,
And blows the saddening gale;
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It was a bright sunny morning and I stood on a side;
Gazing at my crying mother;
Staring at my sobbing father.
It seemed something terrible had happened;
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My life is a thread.
But not the one that is smooth and tidy.
It is dirty, rough and has enormous knots.
All have knots in their threads, they say.
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He had been walking on the pavement for an hour now;
It had been raining for an hour now.
But his face had already been wet;
Of tears of helplessness;
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My bed felt rough, it felt like hay;
When I got up in the morning today.
I opened my eyes to see,
An appalling reality struck me.
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