Swapan Deep Singh Poems

I could see a unique gleam on my father’s face;
It was shining like a star, shining like hay.
But what for was he happy?
He was happy coz it was fathers’ day.
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When the heart stops throbbing,
When the body becomes frail,
When the kin start sobbing,
And blows the saddening gale;
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I stopped my car on a crossroad;
Waiting for the red light to turn green;
When suddenly my eyes froze over a sight;
A frail old man fighting with his plight.
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More tears rolled down her dimpled cheek,
The tears rolled fast and slipped down her face;
Oh! She had cried for days together;
Her son had died.
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Rain drops fell on his back;
And red drops fell from his chest;
And there lay a soldier, fighting death;
To win the battle of his country’s honour;
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She was 8, she knew few things.
She was young, she could hardly know.
But she could feel what she was going through,
And she could do nothing.
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Sitting in the bus, travelling to Mahabalipuram with my class;

Nostalgia of the past, thoughts came to pass.
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THE DEVIL WITHIN


I am a person of ideals and principles, he says;
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As the bus moved forward,
I started looking backward;
Backward at the time that had passed,
At the life that had given, taken, rewarded and harassed.
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Standing beside the parallel lines,
I wait for the red to turn green;
And hold the lever in my hands,
That will direct the train yet not seen.
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