Pulakesh Upadhyaya

The storms will feel our calm,

The rains will cry in elation.
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We do not talk of poets anymore.

We just talk of nuances,
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We are not the tanks of battle,
We are miniature splinters
That cut through slender tissues
And create ruptures beyond repair.
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A poem travels

From the dusty lanes of the small town
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A few newborns
do not even get to realize
that there are better people
in this world than the ones
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When love drips out drop by drop

From the mouth of the dead lover
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Noise is necessary

To make man aware of
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Is it a child's play

That thoughts are a secret
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