Swapan Deep Singh
Biography of Swapan Deep Singh
i am swapan. i study in cmc vellore, doing my mbbs course 1st year. i write about problems of humanity and my own.
Swapan Deep Singh Poems
I could see a unique gleam on my father’s face; It was shining like a star, shining like hay. But what for was he happy? He was happy coz it was fathers’ day.
Because They Have Less And We Have More
I stopped my car on a crossroad; Waiting for the red light to turn green; When suddenly my eyes froze over a sight; A frail old man fighting with his plight.
The Truth Of Life
When the heart stops throbbing, When the body becomes frail, When the kin start sobbing, And blows the saddening gale;
She was 8, she knew few things. She was young, she could hardly know. But she could feel what she was going through, And she could do nothing.
The man moves in the dark; He can’t see a thing. He doesn’t know where he is going; Yet he moves in the dark;
My Life Is A Thread
My life is a thread. But not the one that is smooth and tidy. It is dirty, rough and has enormous knots. All have knots in their threads, they say.
The Railway Track Changer
Standing beside the parallel lines, I wait for the red to turn green; And hold the lever in my hands, That will direct the train yet not seen.
The Wait For That Unknown
As the bus moved forward, I started looking backward; Backward at the time that had passed, At the life that had given, taken, rewarded and harassed.
The Devil Within
THE DEVIL WITHIN I am a person of ideals and principles, he says;
The Era That Belonged To 'Her'
Sitting in the bus, travelling to Mahabalipuram with my class; Nostalgia of the past, thoughts came to pass.
The Flying Machine
Passing through an aisle in the flying machine; I portrayed an astonishingly bravura scene. I could brightly see the Wright brothers in glee;
He Did Die That Very Day
It rained, the slab of cement cracked; The weak slab of cement, the grave of a king shrieked; And he did die that very day, No song, no flowers, no homage did anyone pay.
Strange As Could Be
My bed felt rough, it felt like hay; When I got up in the morning today. I opened my eyes to see, An appalling reality struck me.
I Wanted To Know
It was a bright sunny morning and I stood on a side; Gazing at my crying mother; Staring at my sobbing father. It seemed something terrible had happened;
Strange As Could Be
My bed felt rough, it felt like hay;
When I got up in the morning today.
I opened my eyes to see,
An appalling reality struck me.
There was no mattress, no home;
I lay on ground all alone.
And the ground was strange, strange as could be;
Red in colour, thorny and spiky.
“Oh God! ” I cried, “What am I in?