Lajpat Chawla Poems

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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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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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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How Do I Run With Broken Leg,
Make omelet with rotten egg.
Ridden to bed for years me,
Unable to stand and pee.
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May the wildest of dreams
Which ever entered you eyes
Come true as carbon copies,
Like pictures clicked by spies.
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My misery and your grief,
Have different spellings, different brief.
In essence they hurt and pain,
And are same,
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A tiny star one day wished if he were big as a moon,
King of skies with a high rise may prove to be a boon.
He begged to moon and the moon agreed for the swap.
Dressed as a King, the tiny star saw other stars loudly clap.
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