prashant shaurya Poems

She had the color of dusk
on her bonny bright face
and her voice had a husk
with a sensuous trace....
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Each day when sun rises at dawn
and on their perch the sparrows tweet
heavenly pearls roll down my lawn...
Each day when sun rises at dawn
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One evening when the sun was low
I strolled down the road below
and deep in thoughts that had a flow
tried to recover the golden glow....
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There is an aim
I vie to achieve
there is a dream
I die to live...
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Much before spring
when the dry leaves fall
the bare brown branches
gave me a call....
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Oh poor thing! i can see you though
facing the agony that others don't know
with no dream alive in those swollen desperate eyes
except the ailing belly's hope of some inflow...
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Where are the days
when they were all mine
and i had those toys
at eight or late nine..
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Do you feel a crisis nowadays
yes, the one I didn't in my age
and at once comes the reply
resources have all gone dry
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I break at times
and sing the rhymes
rhymes that raise
feelings divine....
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You have plans for it or not
but it comes your way
you have desires for it or not
but it comes your way
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