Vedanth Bhatnagar [Vincent Barrowcliffe]
Biography of Vedanth Bhatnagar
Of myself, there is little to be known. I am a student. I've enjoyed life to its fullest. And, hence I write sad poetry. I enjoy even the sad part of life. My poems are not appreciated for this very emotion that I fill in them, because I myself shed tears while crafting a poem. But, I hope that these will give a glimpse of my very life to the readers.
I have started a new branch in English poetry, which I call Sorrowism. I am probably the first poet who can only express glimpses of the sad part of life.
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- A Blessed Child, To the Worsened Realm
- A Death Without Mourns
- A Mirror Of The Past
- A wait, a dream I
- A Wait, A Dream II
- An Animal's Story
- An Experience Of His Grace
- Beings Of Light
- I hence regret
- Of His Creation
- Of sorrow, of loneliness
- On The Death Of A Librarian
As the Sun set in the west,
taking away with it, its horizontal crest,
what remained, was the cold, dark night,
even though, not without light, filled in me fear and fright.
The darkness of the night made me sorrow for my plight,
though the stars, wakening far away, promised me of a new light,
Still, my emotions dimmed, my face grew pale,
hoping that soon, my sorrows would curtail.