Yash Nundlal Poems

Frightened, terrified and alone
I have not continued on
A chilly wind hinders my growth
But the reflection I see still scares me
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In the evening of dawn, did l not find this leaf that had withered? Did I not see the spark in the sky that idolized this leaf? Mother Nature seemed to have had this leaf murdered Can she not enjoy this beautifully colored reef?

Soon the wind changes its course, and the father of leaf has lost all his children. Maybe he saw this as pain or maybe as a burden But now through the chills, the father stands tall as a pilgrim, He is keeping his strength warm, warm as a mitten.
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Dusk, until dawn
The intimacy of a broken book
The serenity of a wooden pedestal
And the calm of the moon staring at me
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The subject of today is the past of yesterday.
You quarrel about your pain but you forget that equal
means the same
We are of same blood, same place
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