Tirupathi Chandrupatla Poems

After death
Nothing matters
This body
Of three dimensions
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I was always busy
Trying to make
Ends meet
Never could I
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Archaeologists
Dig deep
Underground
To unravel history
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Rainy day
On the road
On a long journey
Tedious it feels
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Sheet's plain white
Inviting to write
Mind thinks otherwise
Blank's fine it says.
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I feel for no reason
I'm a strange person
I keep away from exercise
Coming up with every excuse.
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Moonlight fell
On your face
Dark hair
Hid your eyes
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You held the umbrella
With Your steady hand
And protected me from
The incessant downpour.
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It pains me most
When man cheats or
Physically or mentally
Hurts a fellow man.
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It's not
Easy
To write
A poem.
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