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sanchit mehta Jun 2020
Liking is something everyone desires,
to love someone for the rest of their lives,
everybody aspires.
What is love? Ever though about that?
Two months of knowing and you already love her,
well its definitely not what love means sir.
But you can always like someone,
as your heart cannot be broken.
love is something stronger,
but you should know when to use it,
or else one heartbreak and you will loose it.
So always prefer to like but not to love,
as for in this world, most of love stories end up in the
sanchit mehta May 2020
Black is a colour often we misread,
according to evolution,
most superior human, it means.
All the dominant alleles flushed into one,
and still the recessive ones are able to prey upon in day’s sun.
What have they done no body questions,
we are white, they are black, kills all the discussions.
Leads to the final stage where death is the reward,
for something that is genetic, it is pretty rough accord.
All the people then come together,
still the predator walks freely,
what has happened to humans,
have they lost all the emotional ability?
I stand with victims, you should too,
as for no one is black nor is white,
everything and everyone is grey even in day’s light.
i hope you get justice.
sanchit mehta May 2020
Black is a colour often we misread,
according to evolution,
most superior human, it means.
All the dominant alleles flushed into one,
and still the recessive ones are able to prey upon in day’s sun.
What have they done no body questions,
we are white, they are black, kills all the discussions.
Leads to the final stage where death is the reward,
for something that is genetic, it is pretty rough accord.
All the people then come together,
still the predator walks freely,
what has happened to humans,
have they lost all the emotional ability?
I stand with victims, you should too,
as for no one is black nor is white,
everything and everyone is grey even in day’s light.
i pay my respects to george floyd..may he rest in peace and get justice.
sanchit mehta May 2020
SHE
She is there , whenever i fear,
she is always there to take my care,
always lived too far, but it seemed too close,
its her kindness, choosing to live in my heart,
keeping us bound from distances apart.
For a moment there, it seemed like ,
we had some disliking,
who am i kidding,
it was always the plan for some heartfelt bonding.
To her is the tribute today,
as for she chose my life,
to fill with beautiful sun rays!
for me 'she' is my sister,,,this poem is dedicated to whoever 'she' is the most important person in your life.
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