ANIRUDH KUMAR SINGH
Abstract Romance
Thoughts of you surrounded me.
You're the beating of my heart.
The clovrle you definites me.
The Pride Of ...
Holiday
A Happy Child
Year 2021
First day of ...
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I Miss You
I Am Last Poe...
I Am Short Po...
Love Short Po...
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
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...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
Why fear, why excite, why react only to the unusual When everything you do is breathtaking Why fear, why excite, why react only to the unusual When everything you do is b...
Cleansing auras with each step and breath, I needed a break! Cleansing auras with each step and breath, I needed a break!
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
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.
Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate.... Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate....
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream