soumya j pratihari
am an adult with a child still in me. girls hate that and i love that. my association with poems come from love for music. i love love and girls. but its almost impossible to get back love in return. that is what motivates me to write. i talk to paper while i write. when am sad i cry and then i write. a poet is full of love yet lonely. more »
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soumya j pratihari Poems
The Mirror Reflects
“Oh you sleepy mistress, get up from your bed, Listen to the bird’s call, while the sun at dawn is red, A whole night has passed I have had you seen, Come to me my love”, Said the mirror to the queen.
Am Sorry Agaın!
How am I going to make you realize what you mean to me, How can I hide the immaturity that you don’t want to see, You have been saying this time and again, That all I gave you was little love and so much pain.
CRIES OF THE CHILD WITHIN
Opening up ma yes, I longed for the good morning hug, But all I got was the fragrance of your perfume and the empty coffee mug,
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The Mirror Reflects
“Oh you sleepy mistress, get up from your bed,
Listen to the bird’s call, while the sun at dawn is red,
A whole night has passed I have had you seen,
Come to me my love”, Said the mirror to the queen.
Getting off the bed, she went to a state of bliss,
Stood right in front of the mirror and put on him a lovely kiss,
Like the way she has been doing since years and years,
Her love was none but the lively and truthful mirror.
So much he loved her, that it was only she that she could see in him,
He was the only one who was there for her even in the faintest of the ...