POETRY
DR. RAM SHARMA, Meerut
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
I still remember my childhood,
Love, affection and chide of my mother,
Weeping in a false manner,
Playing in the moonlight,
Struggles with cousins and companions,
Psuedo-chide of my father,
I still have everything with me,
But i miss,
Those childhood memories
OCTOPUSM
an has become octopus,
entangled in his own clutches,
fallen from sky to earth,
new foundation was made,o
f rituals, customs and manners,
tried to come out of the clutches,
but notwaiting for doom`s day
Years
Years,passed,
of this century,
in the hope,
era has changed,
to see something new,
perhaps,everything will be changed,
but what happens with thinking,
do something positive
it will take years,to build
COMPLAIN
I am tired,of callling,
i am finding none,
to come with me,
none is hearing me,
hearts have been locked,
windows of ears have been closed,
its my fate,pain is my destiny,
i have no complain,towards anyone
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