Poras Sharma

Poras Sharma Poems

Till the other day, I was a wandering soul,
unsure of myself and my long cherished goal,
moving at a snail's pace was my indentity
and I always envisioned being a formidable entity.
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In the face of adversity, rises a man,
In the face of horror, rejoices a man,
In the heat of opression, strides a man,
But belive,
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Hard like hercules, she's gentle inside,
brave front she might put, she's weeping inside,
she's the one who's naive to worldly compromises,
rigid she is, deviod of all vices.
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Caged in this lonesome attire,
I am always at chaos,
Gathering answers for my insane questions,
My goals are always at loss.
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Raised in the mean streets of Philadelphia,
His life was a worthless story,
He craved for pride and love,
Leading a life replete with glory.
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From the gallows of self confinement,
I witness your radiant face,
Seems, you were born with a silver spoon,
and I, being subjected to an innate disgrace,
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Poras Sharma Biography

I am a sensitive, humble and modest human being. I try to write on underdogs or odds maybe cuz I am able to identify with those circumstances at some level. I am not a poet nor do I hold any degree in literature. I juss like to express some thoughts via poetry. Thanks to my friend Manpreet for showing me this website. I m quiet a loner who's in dire need to friends, I hope i ll surely find some good folks in here, if if anyone's interested, i m game..: -))

The Best Poem Of Poras Sharma

Dreams

Till the other day, I was a wandering soul,
unsure of myself and my long cherished goal,
moving at a snail's pace was my indentity
and I always envisioned being a formidable entity.

The dawn soon arrived in form of thunder,
those ugly circumstances made me wonder,
if this is my life then scavangers are better
come what may, I ll never surrender.

Facing the heat became a newly found passion,
Company of the scorching sun was my only compassion,
the dripping sweat smelled sweeter than flowers,
and I lurched ahead admist torrent showers.

Midway I lost the streak,
Hurdles were hard and soul was weak,
Gathering all the courage, I started walking
tumbling though, I was still standing.

Hearing distant roar of trimph awakened the soul,
Once again, I found my long cherished goal,
the obstructions are still hard as cages,
Inside the heart, inferno rages.

This is the time to stand and fight,
belief in almighty is the only grace in sight.
Heros have always risen from ashes,
reducing every monster to burning lashes.

The dawn will be mine,
the sun will again shine,
the sweat will again smell like roses,
and once again, this soul will be intoxicated by glorious doses.

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