Preetam Shetty

I see the glow of a candle fade,
So tender and sublime,
I know the quest has begun,
My race with time.
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Hello Mr. Terrorist, how are you,
You don’t know me, to you I am new.
I am a child eight years old, living in dismay,
Right from the day, you took my daddy away.
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Amidst the shadow of night,
It came like a boon,
Two pairs of excited eyes,
Gazing at their first moon.
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Blessed was the day
Holy was the sunrise
A pure, innocent face
In my heart I reprise
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I am going my son
Life I shall no more run
I am too tired now
My days here are done
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I am thinking about the day
My heart shall be numb
I will want to do a lot
But tomorrow will never come
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This is a story of a boy
A small little chap
Born in a village
On India’s map
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The day when you were waiting
For the moment to see me crown
That was the first day when I hurt you
The day when I was born
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Want to know who I am? ?

I am the music of Air
I am the flame of fire
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I looked at myself, I looked at my pain
Thought if my life has gone all in vain
And while I was thinking and wondering why
With tears I looked at the deep blue sky
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Come back oh divine father
There is a lot of collision
My brothers are dying here
Being killed in the name of religion
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Its hue and cry all around
The heavens stand astound
We have erased all our senses
Even a bit that we found
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Girl with a golden heart,
Thinks she is very smart.
You don’t agree she is right,
Get ready, she will fight.
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Standing with the crowd
Why can I not be proud?
Since ages I have been differed
For the reason I am colored
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Open your Heart,
Embrace the joy,
Raise your arms,
Welcome the great grey sky.
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Freshness of shower
Fragrance of flower
Music of river
Warmth to prevent shiver
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Waving on my dreams,
Trusting my insight,
I fly with a belief,
My wings have got the might.
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You gave away your life
You feared to take it any more
You always prayed for happiness
Only to find pain in my store
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Born with no knowledge
No pride, no honour
I am a human
In the search of a holy color
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(This poem is dedicated to my friend who feels that her birth was responsible for destroying a happy family)

Up above in the heaven,
It hurts; I do cry,
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