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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