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May 2019 · 162
Alone
Oshit Kul Ratan May 2019
There I was sitting alone,
Watching the sky and feel to the bone.
A butterfly came fluttered her wings
Winked at me and she sang.
Her song was immortal and voice was of god.
A feeling was triggered
Sensation was there
A smile came onto me
Though reality was bitter.
That was her purpose never meant for anyone
Nature made her beautiful and so I was the one.
Never looked back since then, my purpose was clear
The most important lesson I learned was already there.
Most of the times happiness is lying in front and yet we are unable to grab it.
Oct 2018 · 977
Her Knight came on Shield
Oshit Kul Ratan Oct 2018
She waited for her knight
Long time has passed
Even the light of lamp diminished
Her hope is lost.

She is waiting to shut her eyes
But a glimpse of love had kept her awake
World has disowned her
And her voice is fading.

She scream in her dreams
Sound of coming feet wakes her
Her world is shattered
And her heart has lost its blood.

Her knight went for a quest
Defending her country’s honour
She now rest peacefully with her son
For her knight came on shield.
Oct 2018 · 379
Lost Love
Oshit Kul Ratan Oct 2018
The moon shined upon her
Yet she was upset
The cold breeze kissed her
Yet she felt nothing
The flies lighted only for her
Yet she was dark
For she had lost love
Which died with her dreams.
Her love died with her dreams.
Oct 2018 · 448
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Oshit Kul Ratan Oct 2018
When my door is been knocked
Food cooks over my prestige's stove
For you it’s business's ***** food
But in night my daughter doesn't sleep empty stomach
I am a *******, Sir!
Food is overpriced than my pride.

Every morning my body broke up with pain
His hand through my breast squeezes my heart
For you it’s necessary pain
But in morning my daughter goes to school
I am a *******, Sir!
Today's pain is bearable against her future.

Everyday i put darkness on my face
Dreams dress up on bed in the face of money
For you they are pieces of my soul
But my daughter fills colour in her book with it
I am a *******, Sir!
Her happiness is expensive than my body.
In the perspective of love, sacrifice is nothing.
Oct 2018 · 243
We can't be together!
Oshit Kul Ratan Oct 2018
She used to drop a message once in a while
‘Howz you’ she asked me twice.
She used to tease me everytime we met
But now time is changed, we often talk

We shared a special friendship
We always felt a strong love
But maybe our destiny was upset
Now we just smile and wave.

Don’t know how to show that i love her
No idea how to stood up against her
I told her once i have feelings for you
‘I don’t want relationship’, those were words of her.

I was broken again, but not angry at her
Being alone was my fate and i accepted it
I wanted her to know that I will always love her
Though we can’t be together still i will wait for her.
This poem is about a guy and her special friend.As time passes , a strong connection grew. He brought up his heart to her but she don't want any relationship. Ever happened the same to you too?
Oct 2018 · 1.5k
I Married a Rape Survivor
Oshit Kul Ratan Oct 2018
I married a **** survivor
She was terrified and broken
Shaken till the last drop of blood
She can’t even face the mirror now
Now she hates herself for being a girl
Just few seconds had stolen her identity
Her respect, Her pride, Her value, Her existence
Corner of a room was now her place
Tears dried heart soaked smile disappeared
Yes i married a **** survivor!

Believing i could give back her effeminacy
I hold her hands when no one wanted her
Society expelled her,Why? Because she lost virginity
Because she lost her dignity
Because someone forced her played her
Because someone snatched her feminess
I don’t care, i love her and i promise to take care of her
I will bring back her pride her attitude her smile
Hoping i could take her to my world of peace
Yes i married a **** survivor!

I can’t touch her i can’t make her feel comfortable
Suddenly at night she wakes up and cry
That night still haunts her
My beautiful bud was plucked
Crushed and trampled her soul was tampered
I gave her home my family my love
Yet she resists inside of her, still her voice trembles
Still the cruel eyes of world poaches her
Still the comments of anyone shatters her
She tried a lot to move on but that cruel laugh torments her
But now she had her peace for she had hanged herself.
These are the words of a person who married a **** survivor woman and he is describing her fear and pain.
Sep 2018 · 406
Her Hero Never Returned
Oshit Kul Ratan Sep 2018
A little girl sang a song on the streets
About men, tired fighting the war
About the ships that left
And all who forgot their joy to the end.

She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness
And sunbeams shined on her shoulder
Everyone saw and heard from the darkness
The ***** and torn clothes singing in the light.

All of them were sure that joy would come
Because ships arrived at beach
The people in the land of war
Regained their bearings are happy.

Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around
And by heaven’s gate
The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned
Because none of them will ever be returned.
Sep 2018 · 653
His Love, Her Play.
Oshit Kul Ratan Sep 2018
You are my that happiness which can’t be mine
I had always loved you and always will
I told you to wait but you wouldn’t listen
I asked for your time which you never gave.

I remember when you cried for first time
I was there but you didn’t saw my shoulder
I prayed a lot for you my sweetie
But always ended up watching you with another.

Maybe you are not my first love but you are my last
I feel enchanted with you my love
For this feeling is reason i am still waiting for you
Though you are with someone else, i will never stop loving you.
Sep 2018 · 116
Life's a rented Home.
Oshit Kul Ratan Sep 2018
Life is a rented home, One day you have to change.
Death when calls your name, You have to leave it.
When happiness becomes unhappy with you
It moulds itself into sadness.

A time will come you fool, You have to walk on thorns
You will become so innocent and helpless
That shrug of your velvet had to be changed into coffin
Clean your heart with faith, Leave the ***** deeds.

Still there is a time wake up else you will burn in hell
Your condition will become so
Neither money nor power will work
And you will be thrown out of your own tall building.

— The End —