Niharica Bhardwaj (20-2-1992 / INDIA)
Biography of Niharica Bhardwaj
Niharica Bhardwaj Poems
Don'T Give Me Success! !
O Lord! don't give me success, If it takes away my freedom; Don't give me success, If it pulls me in the ditch of pride;
My Very Normal Life!
I led avery normal life, Luck did have no strife, The sunlight streams, the garden creams,
See those yellow grasses, and those green trees; See those pink flowers, and those golden bees.
I Shouldn'T Believe You God! !
I shouldn't believe you God, sugars have turned rancid, lemons have curdled water's turned acid.
Minute For Midnight! !
The mothhour has died, The wind is blowing mild, The lawns are washed white, and the leaves look bright.
That Night! !
That night I was in bed, That night I can never forget; That night I heard a strange noise; That night a peculiar voice
They sleep on gold, but their souls are sold; no sugar on their tongue, yet their glories are sung!
Nature unwinds its, eternal beauty, to manifest its most beautiful booty,
I Still Have A Twig In My Hair........
The sun was swallowed the gale reappeared, The light narrowed deliriously disappeared.
Life is a lake with ripples of happiness; that make the mortal fake beautiful and ageless.
So many minds treading the land, So many leaves dance the sky,
See those yellow grasses,
and those green trees;
See those pink flowers,
and those golden bees.
Above the sea,
below the moon,
We are here in the noon;
Without us there's no land,