Samiksha Patel
Abstract Tragedy Fantasy
A monotonic
Jubilant moments fade by-
The same lullaby.
Haiku on "tog...
Haiku On "Mon...
Haiku On Wint...
Haiku On Empt...
Haiku On Jail...
Haiku On Galw...
Haiku On Diam...
A Haiku on Mu...
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny I beg thee do yo... Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny...
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show mercy, on us. ... Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show m...
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
Nurturing the fledgling, You brought me from darkness to light. Nurturing the fledgling, You brought me from darkness to light.
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have One wraith ceased... He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have ...
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
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