Vishal Sharma Poems

To whom i will give the world whole wealth
and never give his heart even a lovely trace
i know world is full of compition and race
but at last what matters is my father's grace
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Life turned a reckless ugly giant to a bee humour skilled passion,
and i kept laughing...
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patches and patches,
and with the almighty
whose legs never stagger
whose eyes never went blank
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One road diversed through the yellow woods
but sorry, i along with my father could not travel with each other
now the reason lies being in the time when have to bear the brunt of it
now time is the master and we are the slaves of this creature
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Rain waters are pure
and, they satisfy me
in every situation
everyday, everytime
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Today,
I am alone
Beneath the sky
There is no one
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She asked me to die
i asked her why
she said it her wish
i said, 'as you wish'
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You made me think
why...
are you my soul?
or my instance
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Being doing the misery
i was born
yes, it was I
nobody else,
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beneath the sky, someone is
craving for one
sitting besides the river,
someone is longing for one
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