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Àŧùl Jul 2020
1857 was some years older,
Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave.

No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder,
None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave.

No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver,
None consumed the patriotism wine agave.

Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were,
The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur.

Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better,
And I am sure about this administrator.

Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse,
And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor.

Shāh Jī is the best strategist,
And the team is just perfect.

Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor,
An example she is of the pink power.

Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker,
Wise old man for the nation.

Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated,
He heads the World Health Organization.

Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19,
Originated in MainlandChina.

Extinction, it is threatening,
Now we all turn to Hïnđū values.

Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific,
The blind faith belongs to aggressors.

The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,
In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains.

They say that history repeats itself,
Rām Rājyä beckons once again.
A tribute to the great Government of India.
We elected a good set of administrators.
Now have faith in Narendra Modi Ji and his handling of the COVID19 pandemic crisis.

My HP Poem #1867
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2018
Dear Pooh Bear
I can never get over
The memory of your scent.

Never let me
Find you gone and
Just stay here until the end.

We have a dream
To pursue and achieve
For our cute next generation.
My HP Poem #1703
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2017
I* just know that you will never let me feel alone.

Loneliness does not scare me any longer,
Or even the thought that I might lose you ever,
Virgin I will love to perish in my life here,
Except you, I will bed anyone never.

Your body is so very amazingly gorgeous,
Of a beautiful heart it's a temple so gorgeous,
U**nder the wicked sky of loneliness it gives me relief.
Another demonstrative flash poem about secondary acrostic poems that I told my best friend Pooja Shah when she needed to be reminded about the name of the *acrostic poems*.

My HP Poem #1683
©Atul Kaushal

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