Sameer Agnihotri Poems

I was once a flowering tree arose form a baby seedling;
All I needed mother gave me,
When I was young, I was strong;
I have seen fury of Mother Nature; her anger deepened my roots, as heated and beaten carbon is diamond;
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He walks through a road, a lonely or busy. He carries a stick, swings balloons, different colors, each, foran owner different.
He sings a songs, children attract as bee to honey;
Melody heard form distance; small hands search piggy bank, coins few;
Got them at last, dashes every little soul, for gift they grip.
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I am a seven-letter word,
I born long before, my origin is unknown;
I am there in everybody, so do not agitate me;
I am very dangerous, I have destroyed reigns,
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When the milieu cools down;
When the chirping of birds ceases;
When silence prevails everywhere;
When birds move to nest;
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I told baby I will come, with a toy not with gun;
I told beloved I will come, with a wear not shawl;
I told mother I will come, with bliss not mourning;
Baby a train, doll, car; partner saree red, blue, green; mom food, care, love desired.
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I was walking on road with focus on my goal,
Halt, a hand caught a firm grip – course like a grain.
Hungry, needy said the stranger, want money but no food.
Stick like a magnet, followed the street, a repulsive figure.
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I was unaware of world, you told me;
I felt pacifying when you lulled;
With hold of your finger, I learned to walk in debris,
Difficulties, dullness when dwelt; you demolished them;
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Wind, body, water hot; no relief. Every rising degree boils atmosphere.
O summer, friend or foe I don’t know burning or boiling I am vexed.
Hay dry, liquid fade. No corner left unattended,
Malevolent rays left no place un-accessed.
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I went to canteen, a place to burn hunger.
Orange, red, green, yellow so are the chairs so an isolated member sit together, speechless, emotionless- burden, complain neglected.
Broken rib, broken leg; value neglected.
In front there are counters three- cold, hot; dry, wet; thirst and hunger.
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What is orange light from the feathers that makes me so gloomy, once again I see the clandestine memories hidden from mortals visible to single soul.
I see this big smile hiding the inestimable pain and agony. This orange light is no good, reminds of some eccentric upcoming. The atmosphere in complete silence, as though the happiness has been uplifted from the life.
Its ominous influences now embrace every soul, no happy face is seen. I do not see a ray of hope, for this beam has overshadowed every good elements on this world.
A cold silence is peeving my nerves, no winds, branches died.
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