ravi kiran Poems

Last word of his
was first word reached my heart
every second passing on
every hour was raindrop
...

Ray through my brain passed on
choking, dumping me into thrash can of thoughts
blocked my mind and locked my body
out of forlorn life, ravaged by time
...

Acrid was coming from behind
turned back as to see
gaily kid playing in garbage box
lonely but grin on his face
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A glance of him marks a grin
euphoria in eyes lingers
mere sadness after awhile
scenes of sheer enjoyment
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Nothing left in this ink
flame has blown off
air doesn't have vitals
choking on this paradise
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