Lajpat Chawla

Will you love me when I am gone, like an old but loving song?
Will you write he was so good, he never did anything wrong.
When I am in earth below, pounds of flesh and bone below,
Like a mass left redundant, like a freezing stone, below,
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It is the final sleep after which, no one has ever slept.
How can I go with so much left, so many promises unkempt!

Unknown hand in the dark, from my window still creeps,
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On your door, I stand me lord
With folded hands, on knees
The pangs of sorrow cut into me
Like colony of angry bees.
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Sometimes though, no reason though, moist are my eyes,
Gloomy and grey, with moon away, perhaps like the skies.
I am aware; no one shall come, so late and at such time,
I still await with the door open, a glass of water, and a lime.
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Particle of the God thin like a pin head,
Stays ever with us from cradle to death.
Fire can't destroy, swords can't behead.
Leaves our body after we are dead.
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Kill me if you must kill me dear,
But kill me in one stroke.
Throw me to fire straightaway,
Why show me the smoke.
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Seven colors a rainbow has,
Which one may I choose.
Red are Roses, Yellow Sunflowers,
Green are forests huge.
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The life somehow shall click on, the days shall also pass!
If you were also with me my dear, it was different, alas!

May be the set of circumstances did a belligerent trick,
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He was her cousin,
She took him as her brother.
She can not forget the day,
When the city was flooded,
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I wish I had a mother, I wish I had a father,
Even if they were not, so loving either!
The cradle of love I always missed,
Though all and sundry came and kissed
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He weeps and bleeds on paper, feeds on pain often.
He paints and faints on canvas, weeps with paint often.
The former is the poet, we say he is delirious.
The later is the painter, we say he is mysterious.
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It was her first letter sent to me
On Valentine's day,
Which she sent to me through her maid.
I hang it in my bedroom with the Rose
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I am not a man who is smart.
Just one with an open heart.
Timid soft and easy going,
How can I ever out smart?
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I saw it in the teary pearl,
In the eyes of a street dog,
When I fed and patted him,
And he wagged his tail.
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The steps,
Which bring the devout
And the sinners alike,
To your door steps.
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The ruthless
Inconsiderate
And cruel life,
You hardly left me
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When I rescued
A pregnant stray,
From the killer squad.
I saw love
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We shall be too going there,
So come Hun, come.
Riding on the waves of love,
Oh, run Hun, run.
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The train was crowded,
I traveled standing,
A girl in her teens
Attempting to get in,
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The day hours though tick tame,
As if in arms of a pristine dame.
The thunders gather on my roof,
As the Sun gets away aloof.
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