Vinod Sharma Poems

I sit wondering in the sun,
Who forged this puzzling one
With infinite poise charm and grace
And many strange and wondrous ways.
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A cigarette is lit,
Up in smoke it goes,
It is lit again.
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Fading blush of the bottle brush
Green gulmohar all aflame
Summer kisses spring. Again.
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To the leaf at him laughing,
Said the broken leaf,
You will too fall that day,
When so desires ‘that' tree.
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Black clouds of corrupt politicians
Seem to have swallowed India's sun,
The skies are a weeping at this turn,
But for them this river of tar is fun.
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CBI, says Supreme Court, is a caged parrot,
Out they get a big stick, in a juicy carrot;
‘Hearts’ are quietly changed here,
Friends and foes to save and sear;
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Colour television,
Black veil,
Modern technology,
Medieval jail.
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Though we are physically far and apart,
I am in you and you beat in my heart,
Our whispers of love we can clearly hear,
But not the words of those who are near.
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Come dropp into my arms,
Shedding all your fears,
Cry much as you want,
I'll wipe away the tears,
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