Diplove gautam Poems
|41.||A Girl Inside||9/30/2015|
|45.||The Lost Poet||5/1/2016|
|46.||Challenge Adapt And Overcome||8/6/2016|
|48.||I Wanna Fly||8/9/2016|
|50.||Is It Understanding.||10/28/2016|
|52.||A Sophisticated Place||6/10/2015|
|53.||Flower Of Fantasy||6/17/2013|
|54.||Soft As Silk||4/30/2013|
|56.||Saw Your Departure||3/27/2015|
|57.||Echoes In Hills||5/10/2013|
|58.||Looking Up To You To........................||2/25/2015|
|61.||Got Over Tragedy||9/26/2015|
|67.||Heaven And Lake||5/1/2013|
|68.||I Am Me||2/11/2015|
|69.||If She Is A Beauty||10/23/2014|
|70.||Days Of Blues||6/1/2011|
|71.||Journey Of Ecstasy||9/10/2011|
Comments about Diplove gautam
Looking faces i see pain of course,
Nourished by the elixir of universe,
People seem not to be believe truth,
Luring limitation of society thy breath.
Astronauts are out there calm and silent,
Pricks and politicians loud and violent.
Pain is the stuff they plan for real,
Babels of animals hide in the humans,
Feared by all thoughts and pious,
Bleeding and bruised thy live here,
Novice are taught for the battles,
World is in tyranny and treacherous.
Windmill At Sitka
Leaving the city, heading way to hill.
We lost the fuel, then saw a windmill.
Hilly, Filthy, Stony, it was hard way Bill.
The way was dark, there were mark, it may kill.
It was harder, more suffocating, neither chill.
It was raining by we reach there until.
We been to glasberg, nibble and even Jamaica.
I say, we saw, strange windmill right there at sitka.