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Aditi Khandelwal Poems
‘Is there a problem darling? ’ ‘Just leave me alone mom! ’ She banged the door on her mom’s innocent blink This was the home she wanted to run away from.
When they brought me in on a wheelchair All I saw was a man looking outside the only window Occupying the faraway bed seemed fair As he was the one who described the meadows.
Why you sleep, oh why? There are already enough stars in the sky Why you sleep, oh why? On the bed so silently you lie.
Let your imagination run wild Imagine a caged man! Laughing outside is a bird’s child Not just one man but the whole clan!
My Sun And Moon (My first love poem! ! !...
You are like the sun which gives light, The darkness who hugs the sky at night. You are like stars which gives cheer, I wish you always stay near!
A Night In The Woods
As I walk on the moist grass Looking around in the pale light At the flowers colored like rusted brass And trees whistling in the lonely night.
I couldn’t even think clear All I had but no fear My senses had gone dull All I felt was a total null.
In this cruel world why is it so Some people are called lords Whereas some are considered so low All are humans so why should some bow?
Phases Of Moon
She is staring at the full moon A lonely lovely little girl Her beautiful eyes smudged with tears It's her age to think about Goldilocks and bears
With pain in neck he walked around, all alone with just a frown. All he wanted was there,
The Burning House
How thee say The mason’s house burned in peace? O’er the burning walls, His daughter shrieks.
My Single Poppy
A single swaying poppy in the garden Now even the falling leaves are a burden The bees are nearby buzzing Draining its life, like hot blood slushing
When God's Here Then Why Fear?
When I asked God for loneliness He gifted me my own shadow Who refused to leave me alone Till the endless time it follows me to my fate.
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‘Is there a problem darling? ’
‘Just leave me alone mom! ’
She banged the door on her mom’s innocent blink
This was the home she wanted to run away from.
‘Look who’s here? ’
‘Oh! The Icky-Becky-Prickly-Stool! ’
She just wanted to run away. But where?
This was her nightmare, her school.
As the night fell, she ran away with a bag
Till she reached the station, she ran like stag
500km she came away from home
Now she really was alone.
She shared a house with an old woman
As a paying guest and got a job as packaging worker
Everyday she went to ...