Kiran Kukreja Poems

Abiding in the heart, sentiments breathe

Roll and churn covered in a sheath
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She comes
More often than we know
Quietly
Knocking
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Where have we reached?
What have the false saints preached?
Frightful sights are yonder
Skipped beats make one ponder
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Who (and why) has this queer world wrought
Can someone find me a solid ground
(On which) could stand the wisps of thoughts
Poor things evanescent and tremulous
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Pitch dark night
A candle stands upright
Slowly burning down
Light and smoke around
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It had a force of its own
A will of its own
But the walk was mine
What a walk it was
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