Poems submitted by Abhiman Mishra
My Valentine
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Despite that I annoyed you my sweetheart,
On no account thumbs down, in no way break heart,
I love you with will always be,
Naught can sever up the word we,
Attachment amid us is more than “muscle n bone”,
I would fight with the world to make you my own,
You propped up me and my life,
You are so benevolent my wife,
Were I the godly patron I would bestow you my well being,
Were I the richest person I would offer you my well-off living,
I wish to take your name at my very last suck in air,
Till the bereavement I would love you with oodles of care…………
Submitted by abhiman mishra.
Oh Teacher
+54You are my candle,
My way is lit.
You are my mother,
I am bound to be fit.
You are my love,
A true outgoing selfless one.
You are my patience,
To complete a task begun.
You are my way,
To tread cautiously on life’s way.
You are my strength,
No storms will make me sway.
You are my teacher,
Help me solve life’s mystery.
Submitted by Abhiman mishra.
The Tear Jerking Soul
-1Out of the blue I found myself in smoke,
Swiftly I found someone to spoke.
The lady ran away awkward,
Before I could have a word.
I ran, moreover struck myself to a gigantic tree,
The tree was having a hole; there were no leaves, it’s free.
I went into the tree’s hole,
At hand I met the lady’s soul.
Apiece drop of her tear,
Talks about the fear.
I natter to her on why she ran,
She replied, “I am afraid of the scam”.
Once more she whispered “god did the scam”, “I didn’t wish to die”,
She was exceedingly juvenile who started just to fly.
I promised to bring her back and console her heart.
She didn’t accept it as true, since she knows it was shear impossible on my part.
I turned her back, we apart,
She cried in heartrending tone as we spaced out, and I depart…….
Oh no she pounced upon me,
The hairy touch I could feel on me.
My ear rip open, my eyes became widen,
I could feel the hairs again.
I came into consciousness at the moment sudden.
It was my blanket thread spread allover,
I thanked god that it was a nightmare,
I was out of harm’s way from grasp of the soul.
Submitted by Abhiman mishra.
Why God Made So
0Why the heart of glass,
That ruptured once, can’t be made flash.
Why the body of mud,
That washed once, can’t be fabricated as it was.
The query in me spouts and spouts,
“Who asked that, who here is unanswered”,
I heed commencing from the lout.
I was moved “what that voice in gale”,
I was unaccompanied, its tangle.
A dazzling glow looms near,
My mind was jam-packed with fear.
“I am the god”,”I am the whole”, replies the light,
I couldn’t craft what was the plight.
The light explicates “each day many of my children dies on earth,
And you cry for your mom who gave you birth;
The life has come, so it has to go,
Don’t worry dear its life cycle, you will also follow”.
Submitted by Abhiman mishra.
Life
-2Life is white,
We don’t know what is right,
Think about life before we write.
Life is like a hole,
Quest for the goal.
Life is like a roaming boat,
Incisive for fixed spot.
Life is like a pain,
In life there is no gain.
Life is full of mystery,
It is just like history.
Submitted by Abhiman mishra.
God Made Two
0God created two “good” and “bad”,
In the present circumstance “good” has no food,
And “bad” gets more than he could.
“Good” always gets into trouble,
While “bad” is saved by the “honorable”.
Gone are the days whilst “good” was honored,
Gone are the days whilst “bad” was bothered.
Subsist situation, “bad” are bad and “good” are tending to be bad,
It’s an absolute fact that domes day will come,
When the two will be mad.
It’s not late to cure,
“Bads” atmosphere.
Get up! Get up! Get up!
“Good”,
Instills goodness deep into the roots of bad,
So that every one will live in gay and glad.
Submitted by Abhiman mishra.
Freedom In Life Leads To Hell
-1Grandmother is the head,
Because grandfather is at bed,
This permits us to be naughty and brave.
Fathers and mothers love,
Makes us such that we forget the clock,
For which we roam in a flock and behave like duck.
At last we see the clock,
And realize why we behaved such.
Freedom makes our lives,
But more over helps to be thieves.
Freedom comes along with a sign of ringing bell,
And takes us to the hell.
Submitted by Abhiman mishra.