Purvesh khamankar

Purvesh khamankar Poems

A songless bird with knotted words,
Crying amongst the merry folk,
Yearned for a touch, a tiny smile,
The love of which spreads mile and mile.
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Allow me to be,
what my heart beats.
See my dreams with awe,
the way I see it free.
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For many a filthy centuries I droped dead beneath the moon,
for many a happy festivals I saddled away in gloom,
for longing days of endeavour I traveled in my yard,
for countless nights of feinging flights I droped down hard.
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Save those who mind being neglected upon a worthy cause than themselves,
I have many, one in the mirror in which I look.
Pray for him to hold himself,
cause he is destined to retreat under a formidable disguise.
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The world got raw,
There is no beauty,
To see and to share,
For eyes of despair.
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I am sad,
And the sadness is me,
We both are us,
And us are we.
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For sometime, I really believed in the world
Fair as it was to my black eyes,
Vowing to forgo the price of miracles,
I didn't realise that miracle is for show.
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Either hate me or love me for u cant change me,
the truth is false if otherway round you see.
How one feels, how one acts I dont give a damn,
as i love myself and I am who I am.
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Its cold, out in the shiny night,
A thin covering... a flame out of sight.
The shallow trees bending low,
So much to freeze in the warm snow.
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So much to say, much less in words,
Such flight to take, unlike a seasonal bird.
Brown and green, seen unseen,
Blue and red, heard and said.
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The Best Poem Of Purvesh khamankar

' The Leap '

A songless bird with knotted words,
Crying amongst the merry folk,
Yearned for a touch, a tiny smile,
The love of which spreads mile and mile.




Its forlorn eyes filled and empty,
Gazed nothing for none was seen,
Its buckled wings drooped with shame,
The one for which he shouldnt be blame.




A tawny string wrung its feet,
It thrashed and cried and begged and lied,
But those ruby heart never once stir,
The site of which bleached the bird bleached it forever of the fear.




And thus in its last days the bird laughed hard and cold,
Its now narrow eyes bright with pride and far from old,
The ancient sky smiled, the bird has touched him deep,
Though dead it lay on ground, that one was giant leap.




-P.S.K

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hrishikesh sul 07 February 2020

amazing poems " sparta" ...i want the spartan anthem...i mean plzzz upload it...i was in 8th when u were in 12...#ajinkyan

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