ritty patnaik Poems

the year end
is in a nostalgic mood.,
where the old year
is covered with a shroud..
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a child abused
a gift from god refused,
insanity at its peak,
makes young
...

free from bondage
our blood, sweat and tears,
same as yours.
as the sky cannot be
...

calm was the river,
meandering with serenity,
adorned with grace of lapping
on its own inbankment.
...

when morning sweats
i just await,
someone will step in.
all of a sudden,
...

first time,
when we met,
for a blink you
appeared, in
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night is slipping by,
darkness is stepping down
nocturnal dreams break
to usher in the morning light,
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so soft,
like a whisper
she talks.
a breath of fresh air
...

an abstract dream
of early morning
fanning emotions
skyrocketting
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pebble
stone
rock
boulder
...