SARTHAK UNIYAL Poems

When devotion resides in our consciousness,
‎Hunger transforms into fast;
‎Fasting is regarded as a sacred act;
‎By which peace of the soul will ever last.
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Some days just drift and pass me by, ‎
Like someone wants to speak, but's shy.
‎The words get lost, they slip away, ‎
And all that's left is quiet dismay.
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‎'The Quest of Love may be Pitiful, but it's never meaningless' ‎ ‎

During a time in the land of dreams, ‎
The Convoy stopped, or so it seems.
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Man's life is like an incredibly delicate bubble,
trembling quietly under a never-ending gamble.
He goes up in cheer, he drops in dispair,
he seeks for meaning with a silent prayer. ‎ ‎
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You​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ worship my river with empty and folded hands like a divine altar,
You turn on your lamps and let them drift on the river.
You are singing hymns asking for your salvation,
During this, you are the one who suffocate's my creation,
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