Vishal Singh is working as Project Manager with Nielsen India Pvt. Ltd. He has a creative bent for writing as he takes creative writing as a tool to satisfy the emotional and spiritual needs. more »
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Vishal Singh Poems
Mr. Willy Will
Stout and haughty Mr. Willy Will, Erroneously thought he had the Supreme Will, For, time and again he had defied, ‘His' Will.
Your sweet slumber in the womb is broken, Your little world of comfort is shaken, You hear from the voice above, 'Come out chap, its Time! '
Oh Son! My Sun! My champ your birth, gave me unbounded mirth. With you, Papa and Mamma are devoid of any dearth. My boy, you're such a joy,
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Mr. Willy Will
Stout and haughty Mr. Willy Will,
Erroneously thought he had the Supreme Will,
For, time and again he had defied, ‘His' Will.
Carrying on his bloated shoulders the head of a Devil,
He mistook his ephemeral successes as the fruition of his skill,
Often being disdainful of ‘His' Will.
Charged and laden with his fluke will,
Willy promised his generations a mammoth will,
And set out on a voyage up the hill.
Up the hill, he decided of setting a cotton mill,
Having decided, Willy went for the kill,
And hired the pitiable hill-men to do the ...