Arvind Srivastava Poems

What happened to me was not justified
People associated with management are generally not kind
They are busy saving their fake dignity
They shuffle words like cards
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I keep my memories
on my shoulder
A slight scratch on it
I do not accept
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The world is scared

With a hope
That as soon as the soldiers return
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I want to rain
all night long

by creating dew
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The turban on your head
is made from the cloth that was part of my loincloth
The wood that I had saved for the snowy nights
is providing warmth to your court
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You closed my account..

In which I was supposed to deposit
Dew drops
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Today
I did online shopping..

Bought some pain..
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Poetry for me was a moonlit night, a sweet talk
It was a story of grandmothers
It was a Chunardhani swaying in the fields
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I could not become a singer completely

Poetry also touched me
and went back
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The key to the lock that never opens
I will take it and go away one day

Many secrets
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