Rajeev Bagra
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Improving is
Proving
Again and again
Without an eye
On monetary gain.
Queen Cracker
Dream to Real...
Coolie
Playing with ...
DisCover
Waiting
Flowing
Daughter Is ....
Improving Is ...
Yes To Yester...
The pain I feel is deep and raw, A wound that never seems to thaw. The pain I feel is deep and raw, A wound that never seems to thaw.
In my journey through life I have lived and seen the past In my journey through life I have lived and seen the past
Upon my face, a canvas fair A reflection of my heart and care Upon my face, a canvas fair A reflection of my heart and care
When the world feels heavy, and the heart is sore, The poet turns to words, to find a healing cur... When the world feels heavy, and the heart is sore, The poet turns to words, t...
So let us embrace our humanity with pride, And strive to create a world where we can all thrive, So let us embrace our humanity with pride, And strive to create a world where w...
Trust me, I'm the shadowed figure, Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in fear. Trust me, I'm the shadowed figure, Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in fear.
The stars above twinkle bright, A canvas of black velvet night, The stars above twinkle bright, A canvas of black velvet night,
Don't fall in love with a poet, For their heart is a fickle thing. Don't fall in love with a poet, For their heart is a fickle thing.
I look within and see a world, A place where thoughts and feelings swirl. I look within and see a world, A place where thoughts and feelings swirl.
Smell of Turmeric and Jasmine mingled People chattering and standing tangled Smell of Turmeric and Jasmine mingled People chattering and standing tangled
In your presence, I am stripped Of all the layers I have donned, In your presence, I am stripped Of all the layers I have donned,
My verses bask Under the cerulean sky My verses bask Under the cerulean sky
Oh India! My beloved motherland, A land of diverse cultures, and a nation so grand, Oh India! My beloved motherland, A land of diverse cultures, and a nation so ...
A poem on poetry, how meta is that? A poem on poetry, how meta is that?
Is there any hope? Amidst the chaos and despair, Is there any hope? Amidst the chaos and despair,
In the windows of our soul, lies a world that's full of gold, In the windows of our soul, lies a world that's full of gold,
Pots of clay and pots of stone, In them, we cook and call it home. Pots of clay and pots of stone, In them, we cook and call it home.
I was sitting still With a mind so calm I was sitting still With a mind so calm
These jhumkas and chandbalis are my beauty arsenal. They whisper your name with every 'taal' These jhumkas and chandbalis are my beauty arsenal. They whisper your nam...
Once, love was easy and pure, Two hearts beating as one, always sure. But now, it hangs by a fragile... Once, love was easy and pure, Two hearts beating as one, always sure. But now, i...
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