Prabal Dev

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Work upon day and night,
Parents leave children behind.
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Humanity will be crippled if humans ignore one another
And so shall I be if I don’t write down this composition.
These free verses are not a description of the title
But are fragments of my broken soul, echoing their grief from the tip of my pen.
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3.

Again I’ve set out to write because I can’t speak
I prefer to pen my voice than to hear it.
Call it my unsocialness or introvertedness
Or rather a writer’s lust.
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In the dawn of the day
Or dusk you may say
Time and again
Like of a poem's refrain
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Anonymity reveals itself in this verse of mine,
The Platonic philicity is what makes it rhyme.
Heart has had his hunger now fed,
Alive again rises this body stained red.
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When half they pass the sleepless night
For loneliness may not near
And stay away from irrational fright
Their voice they do hear.
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Persistent solitude your departure has brought me
I accept rudeness had been mine
But judge after when the past you see
And recall, anon all the pain will line.
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O loneliness! Come to me, come hither
For I call you now
Is not that happiness has to me given agony
But for the reason that now, today, I’ve spent a lonely day
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The world so compact here,
I just sit in and stare.

It was a lovely day
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Grandparents And Grandchildren

Work upon day and night,
Parents leave children behind.

Work and love can’t go in one hand.
It needs someone to understand.
And in realization, they put their helping hand.
To ones who’re in their land.

Yes, grandparents are the greatest fans
Of children who call them loving saints.
The day when grandchildren realized,
That now they’re not a bird who can’t fly.

They fly in the affection of exemplary minds.
Grandchildren’s love makes grandparents blind.
And held in grandparents’ affection they find,
That they have left the world behind.

They cannot live without one another,
They are the birds with same feather.
One cries, another weeps,
Neither of them can hide their grief.

Part of the life they are indeed.
One knows others deed.
And last till their lifetime they live together.
Knowing full well once they’ll scatter.

But the time isn’t enough,
Moments they can share some.
A day more if they could get,
To show their love they wouldn’t regret.

Nothing much but a simple touch
Can heal them very much.
And the bonds of affection
Which bind their relation

Of grandparents and grandchildren,
Ends in eternal remembrance.

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