Poras Sharma Poems

Till the other day, I was a wandering soul,
unsure of myself and my long cherished goal,
moving at a snail's pace was my indentity
and I always envisioned being a formidable entity.
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In the face of adversity, rises a man,
In the face of horror, rejoices a man,
In the heat of opression, strides a man,
But belive,
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Hard like hercules, she's gentle inside,
brave front she might put, she's weeping inside,
she's the one who's naive to worldly compromises,
rigid she is, deviod of all vices.
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Caged in this lonesome attire,
I am always at chaos,
Gathering answers for my insane questions,
My goals are always at loss.
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Raised in the mean streets of Philadelphia,
His life was a worthless story,
He craved for pride and love,
Leading a life replete with glory.
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From the gallows of self confinement,
I witness your radiant face,
Seems, you were born with a silver spoon,
and I, being subjected to an innate disgrace,
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