Vedanth Bhatnagar

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Vedanth Bhatnagar Poems

1. To A Child 7/16/2013
2. Wake Me Not 8/11/2013
3. On The Death Of A Librarian 8/11/2013
4. The Independence 8/11/2014
5. The Search For Joy 8/12/2014
6. A Question To The Child 8/16/2014
7. As Winter Falls 12/9/2014
8. On Letters And Words 1/26/2015
9. The Republic 1/29/2015
10. To Do 5/15/2015
11. Ignorantiam 7/13/2015
12. Nothingness 2/4/2016
13. Rise And Fall 2/6/2016
14. Of Virtues And Their Antitheses 6/5/2016
15. On The Hegemony Of The Mind 6/14/2016
16. The Stillness Of Time 11/29/2017
17. Abyssal Black 12/11/2017
18. December 12/11/2017
19. The World Lost To Adulthood 3/13/2018
20. The Night 1/3/2013
21. Wanderers In Time 1/21/2013
22. Of His Creation 1/24/2013
23. Miseries 2/9/2013
24. A Blessed Child, To The Worsened Realm 2/9/2013
25. Answer 2/10/2013
26. A Mirror Of The Past 2/15/2013
27. An Experience Of His Grace 2/15/2013
28. The Prophet Ii 2/26/2013
29. I Hence Regret 4/12/2013
30. Of Sorrow, Of Loneliness 7/5/2013
31. A Wait, A Dream I 7/13/2013
32. When (Simple Version) -new- 6/11/2018
33. When (Timelines Version) -new- 6/11/2018
34. A Wait, A Dream Ii 7/15/2013
35. An Animal's Story 1/25/2013
36. A Death Without Mourns 2/16/2013
37. The Prophet I 2/19/2013
38. The Melting Seeker 5/19/2018

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A Death Without Mourns

Thy son hast not comforted,
He lived a life alone,
Now, leaves, as his breath,
To none, shalt it be known,
None shalt be there to mourn.
Thy son, as shalt be gone,
For him shalt be no song of dawn,
None, hath he, to adorn,
None shalt be there to mourn.
As approaches his night,
He shalt be gone, with Thy Light,
That shalt bring Thee, to sight,
To calm his plight,
To none, which shalt be known,
None, shalt be there to mourn.
But, Thy son shalt not regret,
For what he would now beget,
As into death, he seeps,
There shalt be ...

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Wanderers In Time

Like seasons majestic, we come and go,
Flowing through the waters called life,
Choosing our paths, choosing our way,
Try to make a living here, where people are rife;

To make our lives fruitful,
We struggle and make an effort,
And try to help a person or two,
Try to make him happy, unhurt.

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