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Anand Mar 2015
I am scared she said
My heart now, is not mine.

Hold my hand, don't be afraid
He said, I'll be with you all the time.

Don't leave me ever
Her eyes told

Sure, I'll never
He tried to console

She leaned her head
On his shoulder

'I love you', he whispered
And on the forehead, gently he kissed her.
Anand Mar 2015
Woman
An icon of love.
A mother
A friend
A sister
A wife
A daughter
Sacred
Like no other
But Alas!
Why is she slaughtered?
****
Foeticide
Insult
What not all?
A victim
Of the 'so-called' culture.
Yet she spreads love
Sacred such is her nature.
Awake O' man
Awake.
Respect her.
Not abhor or disgust
But love her
Worship her
Before to Venus back
Disappears this gentle and endangered creature.
On the eve of International Women's Day.
Especially penned keeping in mind the atrocities that woman face in some countries. No offence to the good men is meant.
Anand Mar 2015
What if
We get that we miss
The tears in eyes turn into bliss

What if
Our heart could convey
Not what our mind may say

What if
We are carefree
No right no wrong, like a baby

What if
There is peace and prosperity
The world would live until eternity
An attempt to bring my random thoughts together
Anand Mar 2015
The agony of summer sunburn
The abundance of bright light
The sound of drizzling rain of monsoon
The sound of thunder and lightning flash
The breeze of the early winter
The cold of the chilly frost
The falling of yellowed leaves in autumn
The birth of lush green in spring
I miss them all
When I sit behind the corporate walls.

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