Pushp Sirohi Poems

My Dearest Love,

As I sit down to pen this letter, a flood of memories and emotions washes over me. Our journey together, the moments we shared, and the love we had are still etched in the deepest corners of my heart. Though life has taken us on separate paths, the bond we shared remains unbreakable, transcending time and distance.
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My Dearest Love,

As I sit down to write these words, a flood of memories rushes back, reminding me of the seven beautiful years we shared together. Though time has passed, your presence lingers in my mind and heart every single moment.
The memories we created, both joyous and challenging, remain etched in my soul. The laughter we shared echoes through my mind, brightening even the darkest of days. And in moments of reflection, I find myself pondering the lessons learned from the trials we faced, knowing they've made me a better person.
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The asphalt sighs, a weary groan,
As horns erupt, a maddened moan.
Each honk a plea, a desperate cry,
'Move faster, you, or I shall die! '
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Infinite Source of Light and Power,
I open my heart to your sacred flow.
Bless me now with golden wealth,
Not just in coins, but in lasting prosperity—
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Divine Source, I open to your flow—
Bless me with wealth, radiant health,
Deep love, fiery passion, and full joy.
Let all I desire flow to me with ease.
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I started with numbers, pure commerce delight,
Bachelor, then Master—still sleepless at night.
"More degrees! " I said, with scholarly glee,
So I bagged a PG diploma—because why not three?
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Those who have spoken curses against me, who have plotted in shadows and rejoiced in my pain — let their own venom consume them.
May their words turn back on their tongues, and their lies be chains upon their own souls.
Cast them into the pit they dug for me. Let their peace rot, and their works turn to ash.
May they be forgotten, like dust in the wind — their strength drained, their power shattered.
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By blood and fire, I now decree,
No ancient chain shall shackle me.
The curses cast from kin or foe,
Return to them — tenfold they go.
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I still see you in unfinished dreams,
Between the silence and the moon's soft beams.
You're everywhere my eyes don't dare to go,
Like warmth that lingers after snow.
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