Nirvan Kumar Upadhyay

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE, ABOUT THIS EMPTY HOLLOW WOODEN BLOCK?
NEVER, I GET AN ALARM OF A COCK, WHILE BEING INSIDE OF THIS UNHAMMERED ROCK;
LIFE IS UNSTEADY AND KEEPS MOVING, TERRIBLY;
INSIDE THIS TERRIFIC JUNGLE, IT LOST ITSELF MERRILY;
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The dazzling moon,
Disperses its light,
Yet the world sets off,
Much far of the moonlit night,
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The day, I shivered;
Totally, was the miracle;
The cold was immense and the greenery, full of dense;
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I dare to speak, front of you,
I mere to serve, but don't you,
You dislike me, without a reason,
I locked myself in yours prison,
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You say,
I am a cloud, moving hither and thither, silently over the dock...
You just always question me, why I hover, above the pebbly terrain, during the misty night's!
Why you advise me, to cry a little loud?
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The open desert, the hot desert;
Why I'm alone, in the sunny night;
People just say, I don't fight;
Why didn't, they focus on; the work, in the secret, that I had done...
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A LIVING NET, MAKING ME FATE;
DOESN'T OPEN THE GATE, IT'S TOO LATE,
SO THAT I COULDN'T WAIT,
THE LIVING NET, A LIVING NET.
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I am a son, alone under the sun getting fully sweltered,
but having no fun..
The questions, that you rise,
Will be fimilar to this..
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The mirror, shapes you,
But you, prefer to be in queue..,
You usually, ignore your image but why you follow, one's shadow?
The image, follows you,
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What sympathy, would I show, I don't know?
On myself, who is never known!
I'll return back in mere few days,
What guilty, should I feel, for the 6instance, that I made to pass, terrribly; in the real and reel live's days?
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Why the sufferer, force others to suffer through his emotions?
Why he makes, others to colour their lips, through the blood kept in rummer?
Making the parents, suffer suddenly from shock, little current,
He tries to furbish his life in fury,
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