Nikunj Sharma Poems

What a poem should be?
Hand picked words, precisely lined up
As if in an act of peace
To reflect, introspectively
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Packed bags in the trunk
I slip through the city quietly.
The long distances shall now lay shrunk
as the wheels speed on nicely.
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Grief fills my spirit, liberty waits
behind the door. Anguish rules
my mind, even if I am granted
a peace of sorts.
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His voice loaded with joy
Just bought my fifth car – Boy!
Five! ! ! I gasp, ask WHY
Wait - he says, then Relays
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Tangible as a wish that comes from a heart true;
spirited as a dream that lives to come through; definite as tomorrow's sun; subtle as friendly fun.
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I have a soul and I
Know it, my shoe told me
About it; one day while
in transit; from the greener pastures
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A grain of sand held ransom
by the faintest whiff of wind;
Launched, the headless doesn't know its destination.
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You are the breath I take;
You are the brain I rake.
You live afresh in my beat;
Your presence is soul's treat.
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Buried under the earth
They need you, to give birth
To new seedlings
Natures worthy offerings
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Hit on head, She sits firmly in place
Straight as an arrow, smiling
At the soulmate that fixed
her in place, with grace.
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