Thati pramod sai
Biography of Thati pramod sai
I am a student, a naturalist, a traveller. I love writing poems, short stories, a dreamer and above all a simple human being.
Thanks for stopping by to read my poems.
Thati pramod sai Poems
Amidst confusion n melancholy In world of illusion n odious ungodly There lies an innocent being blatantly Bearing the pain of misogyny..
To My Love
One day I asked my tear Why are you leaving me dear? It replied since I am sad For missing someone too bad
The One Lonely Girl
I know a little girl In an island of world My best part Don't know where to start
I Will Never Forget You
I stand alone to stare at sky Feeling the presence of you though it's lie Miles there lies a moon Gazes to accompany
The Lost Self
The more I try to forget u The more you are disturbing me It's very difficult being me without you Js pushing the things hoping to meet me
A Beautiful Lie
I still remember your innocent eyes Holding my hand with childish cries Fighting with ur parents for petty lies Far from sight, saw you running
Love You Mom
Suddenly I woke up at mid night last night My heart rate was razing like a lost flight Profusely Sweating, tears rolling down Hoping to stop the dream stream
Don'T Forget Me Dear
Love is a fancy fanatic traumatic game Unlike magic no reason to name Heart bears the blunt to blame Its failure is like invincible flame
I just us want to say Our life is like a play In the amidst we lay Like living dolls of clay
Sorry! My dear Though not near For all I swear Broke just mere
Aghast with the ongoing worldly melancholy Stunned with an infant being ripped unholy Caught in the curse of inhumane ungodly Lay my sister broken tormented mercilessly
Like a tender tickling on my skin Heavenly showers makes me grin blossoming flower and a dancing bud Child in me wakes to play in mud
Amidst confusion n melancholy
In world of illusion n odious ungodly
There lies an innocent being blatantly
Bearing the pain of misogyny..
When eyes see problematically accepting white n black mischievously
Is it the problem of eyes or humanity?
Or the society which allowed it silently?
Gone are days where truth speaks triumphantly
In this era of boundless informatory