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Once
a crazy poet
walked
on the moon
holding
a golden pen
to write a
birthday poem for moon
but
his emotional heart
got fascinated
by innocent and naughty
stars,
then he wrote a poem for them
titled as
“twinkle twinkle little stars”
A
poet is a person
who
first makes its
readers smile,
then
makes them cry
and
at the last
he holds
their tears that
are pearls and gems
for
a
emotional poet
and
cherish them forever
in his tiny
heart
He
abandoned me
on a
deserted island
never to
go back to his world
but
following the foot-prints
of a poet,
I was back, not in his world,
but to create
my own world
where
only winner can survive
never to go again
on
a deserted island
A
poet paints
the waves of
calm sea
with golden words
and
the waves
bounce high
to kiss the silver sky
with those
golden words
created by a
crazy
poet
I hold
a stunning pen
in my hand
to write
a poetic poetry
for someone
who really loves
my poetry
flowery with
golden words
Anguish Of A Homeless Child

He is destitute and homeless
all his prayers are hopeless
all songs he feels toneless
and life economy is boneless

On the earth he is just born
but his destiny is so worn
all his clothes are so torn
a blooming bud not a thorn

Why his eyes are downcast
and emotions are so aghast
when his dreams are so vast
why then so dismal is his past

He demands handful of sky
and angelic wings to fly
at his fate why we outcry
he has only question “why”

Why his face doesn't ever glow
why his planets walk so slow
never he felt tickles of snow
all answers he wants to know

If tomorrow this volcano will outburst
we will face another grisly cloudburst
then the situation will be the worst
so please save century twenty-first

(By Kishan Negi)
If I were a Poet


If I were a poet
I would have sketched
my hidden thoughts on snow mountains
for never melting
when shining sun passes through
the angelic heights of mountains
he would feel happy
that a poet dropped
a birthday message for him

If I were a poet
I would have painted
the clouds with my dreamy thoughts
never to evanescent
stars and moon from the heaven
would feel delighted
that a poet painted
their dreams on clouds
for their anniversary to come

If I were a poet
I would have inscribed my poetic ideas
on waves of blue ocean
never to vaporize
sky looking down the sea-waves
would feel pleasure
that a motivational poet
has left a magical idea for him
to go through fire and water

If I were a poet
I would have imprinted romantic words
on the glowing face of rainbow
never to fade away
earth and sky from the horizon
would fall in love with each other
to read the romantic words
on the rainbow a poet has left
for their existent relationship

(By Kishan Negi
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