Varun Rao Poems

Today as i sit below a statue of gold,
Colour of a Buddha's adorning.
I watch the sky change shades.
Lightest blue to the lightest pink.
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Like a rain that causes a flood,
Is an unspoken word.
Like the seed of fear,
Is an un-cried tear.
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Every tear so beautiful.
It captures my very soul.
Drops of pain or drops of gain?
In wonder, I am in vain.
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The day has been pushed.
A silence is falling.
Birds chirp their last chirp,
Before all of nights calling.
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For the mountains are tall,
Where I feel so small.
The Rocks have faces,
Inscribed in places.
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Starting for something new.
In store lies what?
Have I a clue?
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From the mountains above,
An endless journey.
To be a part of a bigger story.
Is this your calling?
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Mother, mother. Why are we so poor?
How can i tell you?
Tell you, it is not my choosing of the way we live, or
Our blood line descends, can we ascend?
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Roll on, little wagon on wheels.
To a new place, I release.
Roll on, little wagon on wheels.
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Sun has laid out pink,
Carpets for nights honoring.
Dusk be the moment,
A dark slowly falling.
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