Vikram Basu Poems

15.08.47 was the day we achieved Independence.

Days have passed since then,
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This fan I see, its moving & airing me
Although I don't know whether it really wants it!
Is it airing me against its wish?
Hence, having a discomfort feeling.
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What I thought & what came out!
Million hopes got shattered now.
Heart hesitating to beat today
This blow is unbearable all the way.
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There was once that cretin nomad,
Whom people called a lunatic, a crazy guy.
Had no dress but a torn rag over his waist.
He looked like a roadside homeless like any other.
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There is this mirror I see,
I can view an image of me.
Is it me really? no it can't be.
Who is this? this is'nt me.
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Derailed we are from the path of salvation,

We are floating striaght towards our damnation.
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Like everybody, I thought it is where we learn all.
It is the place to get educated from;
The sacred spot where teaching happens.
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It is a phenomenal stage my mind is in,
Never trying to stop at any price.
Journeys through the longest paths imaginable -
Terminating all nightmares with its paws.
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To whom shall I render my help?
All are damned and God-forsaken!
Dad taught me to be helpful -
But he forgot to teach how to read minds.
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The way it comes and goes around
Seems as if its nothing but a big cycle
Controlled by God, run by us.
Life & death goes round & round
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