UMESH KUMAR SINGH Poems

A female beggar in tatters lies,
The infant in her lap bitterly cries.
She tries to make the child cool,
But in vain result all her tool.
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Proud of my country's hallowed past
I recollected its greatness when I am downcast
To the world Aryabhatta zero provided;
Thus India's rank on the highest pedestal coincided.
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You left my life, the grove devoid of life,
Without asking leave of me,
Such an aberration never took place before,
When you begged my permission for trifles,
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I cannot suppress my Self,
Nor provide a deceptive facade to Self,
I instead allow my heart,
The freedom to speak without pretence.
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I strayed into the dimly-lit by lanes of memories past,
That stood entwined with a hideous action's cast-
The scene that tore asunder the fabric of my green mind,
For the act could move killer of any kind.
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Writing poetry, I know not,
I had only read poems
During my good olden student days,
When I was all raw,
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Brother, please hold me in your hands,
I feel great pain".
My young sister had yelled, long, long ago.
Lying in a hospital bed for more than a week;
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Last evening had I lost,
My way while passing
Through the woods.
Wandering around
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My utter callousness me played a villain,
Conspired to cause my separation,
From my four decades old friend,
Loss of such an old kinship with my alter ego,
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My elder sister offers me an "atom bomb",
She has just come from the temple,
The "atom bomb" stirs memory and desire,
It is not of the kind that devastated,
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