Anupama Anpat

Side by side on a coach they rode,
they laughed, they fought.
As the bus moved along,
life seemed a beautiful song.
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By the corner of the old street,
an old seer sat,
a beggar’s bowl lay at his feet,
his only possession was a weaved mat.
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The train pulled away from the station,
it’s chiming sound fading in a distance.
She stood on the platform wiping her tears,
holding back her innermost fears.
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A relic from the past,
preserved in a stony cast,
reveals a long lost story,
a tale habitually gory.
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It was a calm moonless night,
I walked home with her,
it was like a romantic ride,
I wrapped my arms tightly around her,
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I stand at the deck of a medieval fort,
my eyes wander to the activities on the bay,
with bare hands, shipped wares the labour sort,
the expression on their faces look fray.
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The full grown, mellow birch
allows birds to nest and perch.
It’s trunk stands taut and tall,
nurtures fruit from birth to fall.
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It’s majestic silhouette
casts shadow over a minaret.
The open sky is it’s dwelling,
flying with a force, so compelling.
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Ten men huddled close to the fire,
the weather was cold and dire,
no-one was in sight for a mile,
they were lost in the jungle for a while.
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The cool drops of rain come down,
and immerse the entire town.
The air smells fresh and new,
like the crisp morning dew.
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The ramp was set,
all the norms met.
Competitors lined up,
determined to win the cup.
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The blooms in the lush green valley
are the onlooker's pride,
what about me?
I was plucked and thrown aside.
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In the sands of time,
when you look back,
along your footprints,
you will find mine.
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When the sun shone on the little town,
it looked like a jewelled crown.
It was a picture of calm and peace,
where folks lived life with ease.
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A group of friends took a vacation,
it was time of the year when
all had time off their vocation.
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Youth is like a ripe fruit
with abundance at its root
Life full of robust energy
a strong fibre of synergy
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Warm rays of the sun fall
on the beautiful valley,
it bathes in it’s light
every nook and alley.
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Sitting gently on the eyes,
impartial to young and the wise,
it brings rest and peace,
obliging the bearer to beseech.
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Oh! these precious moments,
in the wheel of time, get spent away.
Let me live them a little while longer,
before the body goes down to lay.
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The eyes burning red,
desire lurking at her mouth,
the lioness prowls to her prey,
the kill is hers, she has no doubt.
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