Priyaranjan Ojha

Silence is not mute
It is full of unspoken language!
What can not be said
With the sound of thousands of words,
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People say a promise must be kept
Anyway, till a single chance is left.

I too got an ever charming one,
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Cry not dear sister, cry not
I am here.
Wipe those sad tears now
For I will be there.
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When stepped in this bewitching terra
And viewed the sunshine for a glance
Never knew whose blessing was it!
New-born infant knew only to cry.
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I meet you as a traveller meets
With his fellow one abruptly!
But I recognise you as calmly
A flower blossoms.
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Bird sings to enhance the beauty
Of the milieu,
Mist takes forms to become dew.
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I still miss the way it was!
The passion, the feeling, the emotions
I had for you!
Now I experience the lowest ebb.
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A spider falls hundred times
Still takes a new effort to climb,
But here I stop reaching you.
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I too sometimes worry
Even sometimes feel sorry!
Care what to eat, what to wear,
But never dare to take blissful swear,
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Life goes on
Whether you stand or sit,
It goes on
Whether you are weak or fit.
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I remember those childhood days
When to walk with the moon was marvellous,
It assumed to be my constant companion.
I used to be so thrilled then!
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A candle ignites
It eliminates the darkness
Everyone enjoys the glow of light,
Its burning inside too, but who notices?
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Beneath a tree pale and grey
I have been waiting,
Waiting it to be dressed
With the vivacity of new leaves.
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The year that was once welcomed
Is dying tonight!
Once again the time-chariot
Is under my concern.
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When we first met
Nothing was set so perfect.
A fondness worked in between,
So secretly that no one had seen!
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Pregnant I was
But to give birth to a child
Proved so tiresome!
A miraculous might came up then,
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I wished to be
The first sunray on earth,
To peep through your window
And wake you up!
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A year has passed away
Leaving me with countless sway.
The experience was not enclosed with light,
There was darkness, struggle and fight.
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The six year old baby girl
Is playing outside.
Dolls are her only playmates.
A little away is lying her father,
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While returning from college
I stopped at the mob,
I saw a puppy
Yelling middle on the street,
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