You wipe out the tears, my love,
God sees it all,
Believe Him,
Spoil not yourself.
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The lamp of hope, I want to burn
Lest it be extinguished.
You be my lamp of hope, I too of someone
And as thus we shall keep it burning.
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Oneiric Visions, The Audible Landscape,
Thought Poems, Angels of Retreat,
Shadows In Floodlights, Feeling Fossils,
Representing his poetic corpus,
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O.P.Bhatnagar as a poet is but a realist,
Mainly a societal one,
Telling about hardcore realities and this tragic living
Of tragic times,
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I without knowing the operating of the computer posed like
The guest artist,
Drawing the lottery contest out
of Kaun banega crorepati,
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This is called fate, what it is in my fate that in not yours,
This is called good luck,
He never desired for a good-looking wife
Nor had he dreamt of
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The morning time changing into a dawnbreak
And the lotus petals unfolding
With the dews splashed over.
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She was sobbing and sighing
And was asking terfully,
Do you love me, do love me?
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Had my poems been balsams, it would have been wonderful,
Had they been balsams,
Had they been poppies,
Calendulas.
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I am a poet of human heart
And go I singing the songs of human love,
Which it is in you, which it is in me,
A singer of human heart and human love am I,
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