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Akhil Bhadwal Oct 2014
We were helping ourselves, with a lot of fun
And suddenly, I noticed something shining in the sun
The beautiful landscape, was looking very divine
As the mountains, in the sunlight, brilliantly shine

It was something I had seen before, at times
Though, never thought this could fit into a chorus of rhymes
These, known by the name of Chood Dhar range
Was Lord Shiva' s land, the sacred plains

Yes, they were beautiful, like white pearls in the ocean
Below the snow, the mountain, looked like a green lotion
A notion, that made a lot of words for me to contain
Finally I, name this prose, The White Mountains


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This is sixth original poem by me. It follows a a b b rhyme scheme. This poem describes the beauty of Chood Dhar mountains which is meant to be a sacred dwelling of Hindu God, Lord Shiva.
Akhil Bhadwal Sep 2014
Make me laugh, and I will laugh with you
Make me cry, and I will tear you
Do me a favor, and I will be a savior
Take rest of mine, and I will devastate your mind

Do your thing, and I will let you in peace
Don't let me do a thing, and I will strip you in piece
Be my batman, and I will be your robin
Poker my life, and I will be your joker

Sprinkle on me, and I will shower at you
Through dirt at me, and I will spit on thou
Be my friend, and I will watch your back
Hold a knife, and I will kick your ***


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13th original poem by me.
Akhil Bhadwal Sep 2014
Oh my God, can I have a word with you, my Lord?
This world of yours is full of woes and worries
People are busy with their hurries and flurries
Wondering, what was the meaning of your word(s)?

Oh my God, can I have a talk with you, my Lord?
No one cares about the society, just boasts about brotherhood
They have to comprehend that they should
Understand your teachings of the Gospel sort

Oh my God, can I have a request from you, my Lord?
You did what you should, now its our turn to hold
With the same love and affection as you have for the world
Give us faith in you, bless us with humanity, great lord


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My fifth original poem, dealing with the things that I would like to have shared with God. Great Lord follows a b b a rhyme scheme.
Akhil Bhadwal Aug 2014
As soon as the exams were over, we will be taken over
To a place already familiar to us, as this was ours to be taken over always
The place was like forever before, a two story cubicle
With a small attic attached, the best part of it.

They welcomed us, as usual with some food and sweets
Which made us feel drowsy for the time being
And we will go to bed in the attic, which we will insist
As it was a place full of suspense and thrill

The attic was used as a storage room, with a bedding spread between
The enshrouded variety of storage, which will be our apparatus
In this lab of mystery, sometimes we will find some
Interesting things like, train tickets, military calendars and at other times, great mouth tangling stuff


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#004 The Attic. A nostalgic prosework dedicated to one of my sweetest childhood memory. No rhyme scheme is followed.
Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2014
Windows rattle, as I saw it from my bunk
Something flashed, in a flash
Along the sky, so high
The weather, was going to be rash

A funny thought, erupted in mind
As I was half asleep, at that time
Seemed like a huge camera, outside
Trying to bind it, into a frame of rhyme

Soon I realized, it was raining outside
And that the only thing, in my head
Was, nothing more than
The judgement bolt, of the Zeus god


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A half asleep dreamer' s thought, this is my third original poetic work.
Entitled "Thunderstorm", composed the poem with a b c b rhyme scheme.
Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2014
The day today is like any other day
But something's different from yesterday
Before, I was cheerful and happy
Today, I am lost and chappy

Nevertheless, the show of life must go on
In spite of transforming me into a con
Bizarre, is this feeling of course
Maybe something was to happen, for better or for worse

Whatever will happen can only be seen
In the near future, live, off the screen
Still, something bothers my mind
Just wishing the stars, to be kind


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This poem contrasts between the three Todays of past, present and future. Rhyme scheme for Today is a a b b.
I remember the baggage you had,
Tagged with everyone that
Hurt you.
There are miracles in there because
There you are.
Still standing.
Still a believer in heaven and hell.
The ******* can never know they
Did this,
To you.
Keep this secret stuck in your throat.
Cover your mouth!

It might escape,
Like your
Hope.
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