Harsh Joshi Poems

When thou are upset with me,
when my soul burdened be.

Then I find the time,
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Days had come and gone,
but I had never known
The real pleasure of childhood
The joy, that I never understood.
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To the pigeon, so elegant said I,
'Am I the only one to cry? '
The dirty pigeon, so beautiful which never flied,
'Is he happy who never cries? ', surprisingly he replied.
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When someone said,
'If you were a pen,
How would the life go then? '
For its holistic view i had never seen,
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A farmer with just a handful of land,
another calamity leaving nothing in hand.
He obliged with none of the godly favours,
has now lost the taste of his life's flavours.
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