SANJAY KUMAR SINGH Poems

If ever I die,
That will only be a reprieve,
For I shall walk again and again
In mystifying forms of Life.
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You say you love me,
But I warn you against it,
You make a face,
Say I am depraved.
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I could not take your call,
My grief is still such a wall,
I read the message you sent,
And wondered what it meant,
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I have washed it so, but it doesn't go,
The blood remains, thick and heavy,
Sticking as it does, on hands of many,
Blood on hands in prayer raised,
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In the quiet evening sky,
It glided gracefully high,
In silver and gold hue,
As the day passed through.
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You the warmonger,
Even the devil turns his head aside,
And steadfastly refuses to ascribe
To the horrors you prescribe.
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