Abhishek Jandial

Myself a part of the crowd,
Watching the clocks; like her hands
Mine too round and round.
Listening to her movement,
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Though rarest of rare, but it do occurs each day somewhere.
killing not a women but her soul.
searching for the faces who have made our society foul.
for politicians, it might be a good or bad omen.
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Every night, two eyes gaze me.
Every sight, them seem unforeseen.
In my bed, I try to recognise them but I can't.
With the rising sun, the whole dream is lost.
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THY cries out in pain tonight.
Tears are dropping down from a cloud.
No one hears it but me.
I stood up in the wet grass.
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The darkness of my street
ester few memories in my eyes.
while I'm walking with my shadow..
while I'm talking with my shadow.
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Piercing the sorrow of hearts,
And freezing them to a corner,
The park get back the spring.
Amid my eyes, a pigeon is doing the job.
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Old year shed like the leaves of a tree.
No matter how bad it was, lift your eyes & see
The delight of a new angel who is coming to you.
Whose face is bright & whose eyes are blue.
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