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Trinayana Panda Jun 2014
Apprehended in the moonlit night,
Of the silhouette of a mystery,
The clenched fist hesitated to show might,
Stared at the wall hangings of tapestry.

Curiosity crept in and courage whispered to his ears, "Go Leonard, go."
His feet trembled, but bravery ruled his heart.
He reached for the lamp, as the fear, he forgo,
He walked, to find the cause of disconcert.

He stood, astonished, at the sight of a black cat.
It meowed, as slowly, it vanished behind the trees.
he heaved a sigh of relief, and laughed, at ease.
What was he so afraid of?-
The answer lay in the breeze.
When fear rules our heart at hard times, we are not able to logically think and answer, "What are we so afraid of?"- At times, it is just a shadow that turns curiosity into fear, and eventually, we do not get over it. Apprehension exists, but it exits reality.
Trinayana Panda Apr 2014
The wind blew as though it would never take rest;
The bird flew and gave his best,
Amidst everything I felt lonely,
I thought of him; i missed him only.
Though not a human being, yet very human-like was he,
And undoubtedly, very dear to me.
He was a dog, as they say,
And now the pain will endure, oh: it may,
Now life will start once more,
As normal as it was before,
But will I always remember my faithful friend?
Oh yes, indeed, till the very end.
Trinayana Panda Apr 2014
The problem with coming to school is quite certain;
I get criticized, everywhere; everyday,
I bore the failure hat, as a burden,
They don't tell me which is the correct way.

They praise them, but why not me?
Even I know how to sing "A, B, C,"
I know how to love, I know how to please,
But why, why do they always tease?


I don't want bread, I don't want a penny,
I just want people who love me; many, many,
I am black, and you are white,
Are we different like day and night?
I want friends; I want praise,
I want happy, unending days.
Trinayana Panda May 2014
It was only the beginning of the beginning
Of an uncommon, story book.
I read it, as I wasn't clueless about it's meaning.
Serena frowned as she gave it a look,
It's cover was simply, but unbearably shining.
I felt that there was a lot of time the writer took,
To write such a unique piece.

I read, but there was a lot more to those pages,
The emotions, memories of his ages.
Serena thinks that the book is an emotional melodrama,
She likes practical books with an emotional core,
Those of which deal with the lifestyle of Einstein to Obama.
I thought of the hidden jacket the book wore,
The writer had written something that he had wanted to,
But some vague parts raised questions,
How?- When?- Who?-
He certainly did not want to answer them,
But then why did he write his name?

My heart skipped a beat as I read about his sufferings,
The day his daughter had left him,
His life was certainly gloomy and dim.
I sobbed as I read about his mother's death.
The day he had once more called his daughter, "Dear Beth."
And how cruelly she had replied, asking who he was.
He, smiling, giving a sudden pause,
And gently, saying, "Forgive me, I thought it was her."
After reading this book, it helped me to discover,
The lonely, deeply buried inside me, a soul,
Who would have thrashed her daughter if she behaved such,
But, at the end of the day, would the anger be less or much?
This poem is written from the point of view of a girl, who is reading a popular autobiography of an author. The author of that book tells about his sad days. The girl considers that book unique, as each and every precious moment of the author's life is talked about. Mostly, as seen with the girl's friend, Serena, people too find emotional, deep stories, illogical, but the reader figures out that being ill- treated and responding to it in a gentle manner, bearing the pain, is better than expressing the anger and giving pain to both yourself and your loved one, who is an erring. It leads to a series of continuous fights and will spoil one's equation with the other.
Trinayana Panda Mar 2014
I wish I were the little girl,
Who tugged her mother's hand
For the delicious candy canes.
For it had the innocence,
The eternity to spend with her family,
All of which,
I lack.
She
Trinayana Panda May 2014
She
She is a blush of the summits during the sunrise,
She is the ray of hope in the heart of the failure.
She is the light in the dark life of the jailer.

She is buried deep within the soul of an erring,
She is affable, she is daring.
She completes the incomplete, takes away the complete.

Her laugh, her smile, will take away your tears.
She will answer to thy holy prayers.
She will console, she will hurt,
She will shed away your discomfort.

She is the fragrance of the flowers,
She is the sparkle of the moonlit night.
She is the cause of contrite.
She is the tune of the upright.

She gives, she takes.
She will make mistakes.
She will rise, she will destroy.
She will rejoice, express joy.

She isn't weak or bleak,
Do not question her physique, she is unique.
She will disown, she will deceive.
A girl, a woman, a lady, has always been dominated in the society. They have not been given equal rights as men, and have always been considered weak. In this poem, it says that men are incomplete without woman. Woman are the eternal light of society. They are independent, they are daring, they are unique. Each one, is beautiful. She sheds away all the tears and gives happiness, but she has the power to take away your happiness, make you sad, depressed. She, in every religion, is present, everywhere. In the form of Durga or Kali in Hinduism, or Mother Mary in Christianity, she is powerful, she is ultimately the glory of everyone's life. Whether at night or during the day in the midst of the sweet-smelled flowers, she is present.

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