#aditya - Hello Poetry

#*Windswept trees Rain washed roads The Koel meekly sings, perched upon the neem tree The curry leaves, cup together to catch the raindrops, which roll down with ease The slender stems, sway and swirl Spreading an aromatic fragrance As the raindrops do the tapioca dance with the red rounded berries and leaves The butterflies flit in search of nectar, supreme The yellow oleander flowers to match their wings of lime green The dragonflies have puddles to keep Buzzing around in brown translucent wings This day, today, to be reminisced someday In a sepia toned, old photograph*#

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Sep 7, 2020

Sep 7, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Moments in Nature

#*Windswept trees Rain washed roads The Koel meekly sings, perched upon the neem tree The curry leaves, cup together to catch the raindrops, which roll down with ease The slender stems, sway and swirl Spreading an aromatic fragrance As the raindrops do the tapioca dance with the red rounded berries and leaves The butterflies flit in search of nectar, supreme The yellow oleander flowers to match their wings of lime green The dragonflies have puddles to keep Buzzing around in brown translucent wings This day, today, to be reminisced someday In a sepia toned, old photograph*#

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#*He is quiet and confident Always does what is right Quite a conversationalist When relevant Believes in keeping to himself In a place of unknowns Knowledge and wisdom his strength Diligent and optimistic an achiever in life Simple and good at heart Understands and complements mine Loves romantic songs I am just the opposite Can’t stand any Retro is the only station, we listen to together in the car Has little understanding or interest of what I write Yet, always listens to/ reads my scribbles Our choices and tastes opposite as can be Not, when it comes to matters of heart*#

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Sep 3, 2019

Sep 3, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Aditya

#*He is quiet and confident Always does what is right Quite a conversationalist When relevant Believes in keeping to himself In a place of unknowns Knowledge and wisdom his strength Diligent and optimistic an achiever in life Simple and good at heart Understands and complements mine Loves romantic songs I am just the opposite Can’t stand any Retro is the only station, we listen to together in the car Has little understanding or interest of what I write Yet, always listens to/ reads my scribbles Our choices and tastes opposite as can be Not, when it comes to matters of heart*#

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A queer and epicure A problematic diet A teenage workout I had to go to the prison bar Lcked out my cell Push ups on the go With the trust in my heart There was despair I was raised to go Home Stay at home Different shades Take it from here Better believe You never stay same similarly Indeed there's a reassurance iknow Somthing in your mind Hard ot get, hard to figure out SOmething bothering you Man the racism isn't There It's the hate THe sympathy and liberty With the justice of a sullen symbol Of sudden death Of sombre nation With the fearlessness With the challenge of scale and bellicose resistance I better work and stomp out the hate THat I have I was little I wanted to stay at the home Away from the cigarettes that close ones ask for If you knew me my face Even the Devil wouldn't recognize Trust me a face in the Neu ce fleur

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC

aditya-roy

This Flower Seems To Knows

A queer and epicure A problematic diet A teenage workout I had to go to the prison bar Lcked out my cell Push ups on the go With the trust in my heart There was despair I was raised to go Home Stay at home Different shades Take it from here Better believe You never stay same similarly Indeed there's a reassurance iknow Somthing in your mind Hard ot get, hard to figure out SOmething bothering you Man the racism isn't There It's the hate THe sympathy and liberty With the justice of a sullen symbol Of sudden death Of sombre nation With the fearlessness With the challenge of scale and bellicose resistance I better work and stomp out the hate THat I have I was little I wanted to stay at the home Away from the cigarettes that close ones ask for If you knew me my face Even the Devil wouldn't recognize Trust me a face in the Neu ce fleur

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