The Outsider

The Outsider elegy

Frustrating February… dull, desolate, alone,
I loiter through the narrow lanes,
for I still don’t have a room of my own.
The hands they used to hold,
the oaths of love they told,
I have witnessed them vanish in time,
I still watch these spectacular mimes.
Once I met a young couple walking together, deeply in love,
a year later I met the man alone, desperate for a cigarette to grub.
Later, I saw her with another man by her side,
I realized, Love is nothing more than an ephemeral rickshaw ride.
What’s love, who can tell?
Who knows what’s fake and what’s real?
Poets try yet fail,
I wander through the narrow lanes,
ignoring the sufferings and pains.

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Feel me, Hear my name. I'm an unknown poet without fortune or fame. This awful world tears me apart Its torments me & breaks my heart. Nothng exists except a void within me I'm blind to beauty & it's the squalor what I only see.Yet,a beautiful future is my Hope, & with that beautiful dream with this world, I still cope.
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ramakrishnan chatakondu
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I don’t know ……
………………..but still I like something about you……….
………may be without any makeup your charm .

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