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 Nov 2024 David J
Àŧùl
Khushi
 Nov 2024 David J
Àŧùl
What did your parents tell each other,
Why did they say that to one another,
When you were born to them in that weather?

Aapse mil kar Khushi hui!

Your name is Khushi,
And Khushi means happiness,
Your parents felt glad on meeting each other.

And I bet that they were happy when you were born.
A poem for someone called Khushi.

My HP Poem #2019
©Atul Kaushal
Brokenness
begets
One broken
Healer
begets
One healed.
Legacy is a course in action.
 Oct 2024 David J
Persephone II
He chiseled enough
Enough a day
Which kept her
Kept her cracked
And in pain
 Oct 2024 David J
Persephone II
She was giddy
A sparkle laying behind her eye
When surrounded
by collections
Collections, crafted and created by her
A few Trinkets,
A handful of Treasures
And a steaming cup of tea
 Oct 2024 David J
James Joyce
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.

There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend -- -
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.
 Jul 2024 David J
Ayn
“Hey.”
 Jul 2024 David J
Ayn
Him uttering these three time-ridden letters where more than enough to bring his family to tears.
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