My Life and Poetry

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My Life and Poetry

About the book –
My Life and Poetry’ contains 78 English poems in very simple and heartfelt language. The poems in this book have a sense of divinity, love and natural beauty. I will be obliged if this book makes an artistic impression on book lovers.

I am indebted to my parents without whose inspirations I can’t proceed further. I am also thankful to my publisher, Partridge India.

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Believe in god . Curious to know more about divinity . Believe in equality. Hate capitalism . All classes are equal (poor or rich) .
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My Questions

My Questions short poem

On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark

Wwii-a Poem Of My Grandfather John Walker In Wwii

Wwii a Poem Of My Grandfather John Walker In Wwii short poem

John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam

I Am Burning My Bridges

I Am Burning My Bridges short poem

To search you I am burning my wheels. Put your hands on my shoulders for opening the book. To read the message between the words. When the time comes I want you to smear my ashes on the stones of

My Fault

My Fault short poem

Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.

Life

Life long poem

What is life I wonder? What’s the purpose of my existence? How did we all come to life? And how was it all even created? As a child I rummaged my brain for answers but could find none And I