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Naman Nov 2017
I envy the styles I don't like,
I am bemused by the facts now.
I lost the light of stars how?
There's only a distant cascade
that I have to reach now

To sit below the waterfalls
To sing this out loud, I yes I
still have the UNIQUE now,
To archive all goals and to
Live all soul's now.

All may be the same but I
Have to be a new now,
Just one thing to find
In which I will be a STAR now..
This poem about anyone who has lost his faith in himself, that he can do nothing. But believing in oneself is the best at that time. Think, believe, and choose what is something you can do better than others i.e can make you make you a "Shinning Star"
Naman Mar 2018
Set foot, stand on ground
Wakes up early before kickdawn
Rich in culture, filled with bask
Thanks god, for every grain, for
every rain,for every ray and another day.
Back to fields , growing seeds
Plucking the mist of irrational deeds
Running the treadmill of ounce dearth.

okay,let's count
when no rain, an unreasonable pain
Unseasonable rain, yet it flood the drains
Glimmering sun, adhesive air,
verdant emerald of vegies and corn
Filled with sweat of one's brow

They live life in a dense mess 
Farmers are in complete distress 
Apparantly with no fruitful harvest 
The whammy bankers further oppress. 
Their light erades like a blaze
They in darkness try to elope
But whirls in deep evil-twin
And find life hard to cope 
then they pick up a rope 
And hang-up all their hopes!
With this, one less counts the population
And this is how it will end,
the population count will decrease
No doubt with cost of an earnest gem!
Naman Nov 2017
Silhouette in the bright light, there's a crisp shadow
Under the moon and shapeless stars i
Am plucking the heartstrings with deception on the face
But the wind suspected me somehow,
of following her beauty
I woke again from the seldom dream of hers .....

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