Devanshi Khetarpal Poems

When I am trapped in convoluted strings
Issuing trouble, melancholy and fears,
It is he who clasps me tight and brings
Forth my glee from blood covered tears.
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The flowers glimmer,
The trees move,
The air gets filled with love
And I want to sing with you.
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His boat queued on the wave
At arms's length.
And he was stuck in moments of serene soliloquy.
And then he clung onto my boat.
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The gargantuan blue field espouses the horizon
On the tip of my fingers.
Gives it a whirl, a shake, hems it up
To create a pinafore
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A helping hand, cascading upon aureate drops
Of devout, seamlessly stretching benedictions of love and trust.
Here comes a guru, one who makes a child reach the mountain tops.
One who moulds a soft core yet which stands fearless at its crust.
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'Don't walk around with a pokey nose', says Little Charlie's mother,
'Don't booger-hunt your pokey nose', says Little Charlie's brother.
'Wipe your pokey nose with a tissue or don't bother,
Sneeze hard your pokey nose, ' says Little Charlie's father.
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She walks along, skidding, gliding,
Along the sidewalk that's slipping, a-sliding
Beneath her feet as if she's not moving at all,
The gravel bound, her noggin high and she walks to a call,
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I woke up in bed
To find shadows overhead
And the moon visible in the sunlight
At five morn.
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The winding windows were binding on the wall,
The night looked black and the blokes looked blur.
Who's so mean to be keen on mischief.
Who meddles on and on with the sight of Little Natalia Shawn?
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A torn flower seems to be
Like a dreadful conjugal life,
Like a golden chest that has lost its key,
Like an unremitting strife.
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