siddharth singh.

Rookie - 0 Points (30-8-1974. / Jaipur, India.)

siddharth singh. Poems

1. Love Lost. 11/15/2009
2. Woman. 3/12/2010
3. Now Is The Time. 3/2/2010
4. World On Fire. 7/10/2009
5. Sunday 7/9/2009
6. Forsaken. 7/11/2009
7. Greed. 7/9/2009
8. Melting Of Morals. 8/23/2009
9. It Ain'T A Poem - 1. 7/11/2009
10. Lust For Life 8/9/2009
11. Now And Then. 7/9/2009
12. Anyway. 7/15/2009
13. Dream. 7/10/2009
14. A Rag Picker. 7/17/2009

Comments about siddharth singh.

  • Samantha Cassidy (3/18/2010 6:14:00 AM)

    i would give u a score 100/10 your poems let me think its like writing a book you think carefully about the words u pick and int pick out random words u inspire me a lot with my poetry tnx a lot.

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  • Ruchi Poddar (7/21/2009 6:45:00 AM)

    ur poem now and then is awesome. it deserves a 10++ * 10++. u write beautifully. lucky to have a talented friend like u.

  • Anjali Sinha (7/19/2009 1:41:00 AM)

    Hey Sidd,

    I hope you know that your my favourite poet

  • Anjali Sinha (7/18/2009 2:18:00 AM)

    S mart

    I ntelligent

    D aring

    D reamer

    H onest

    A dmirable

    R emarkable

    T actful

    H earty

    S uper

    I nnovative

    N onchalant

    G racious

    H ilarious

    hey Siddharth, your simply a wonderful writer.
    I love all your writings from day one,
    theres a lot of sincerity in all what you
    try to portray. Wonderful and keep writing
    like this.
    This is what I felt about you
    love anjali

  • Rishi Poddar (7/11/2009 4:56:00 AM)

    now and then would be my favourite but i recommed you to write in urdu and hindi as well as i feel readers like us can understand the intensity of poetry in the mentioned favourite hariwansh rai bacchan's 'madhushala'.

Best Poem of siddharth singh.

A Rag Picker.

I came into this world
there wasn't a celebration,
there was no cradle to swing
i was just damned to starvation.

Never did i go to school,
never could i play a game.
Was only destined to bear
the enduring pain.

Half a pant covered me
be it the searing summers,
or i be shivering in the
cold winter's rain.

Grew up on the streets
became a rag picker.
That tag stuck to me
more like a bad sticker.

I went to work each day
embedded in anguish.
from their cars they
resented me
like cheap rubbish.

Once there was a...

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