Devanshi Khetarpal Poems

Through a draped sight
Green trees look like
A gargantuan boulder hanging in air.
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When the campanile roars
It is time for me to rouse.
It is time for me to make my bed.
It is time for me to get drenched in the shower.
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Polished shoes
Are grass blades fomented with dew,
A mirror reflection of you,
A cloud etched upon the sky,
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When ideas run away,
When the pen can't write any faster,
When the inked pages of books fade away,
When the colours become dolorous,
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The strings of my guitar are like
Your hair entangled in mine,
Your skin amalgamated in my heart,
The rays of sun touching the earth.
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When the sun's rays benight,
And the world strolls into slumber,
I wonder whether my clothes play the banter,
The dandle board motions in disequilibrium,
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Take the words, the books, the ink,
Infuse love, emotion, thought, passion,
Stir with power, endurance, pain,
Don't let it become raw in time.
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Entered waves and greetings vile
As thee trod upon the aisle
And muttered profane in thy mind
As thee got ready for chop and grind.
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I'm fourteen and my hair are grey.
I won't do a thing to them, come what may.
What difference does it make to you?
People, it's nothing but a white strand or two.
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I agree it smells,
And the wind propels
The squalor upon my face
And the soot refuses to efface.
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