Saraldeep Tamang Poems

  • 1.
    I walked the World- a happy man, Never turned back at all. Every step has left a painful cut, unhealing to my grave;
    I watched my dreams come and go, Never hung on them for long; Now my life gently slips away, into the cold darkened grave.
    I brooded friends- forgot them now, And never sang their songs at all; Now everyone, they turn their backs, upon my solitary ruined grave.
    Look! at those impostorous faces mocking, with silent mournful cry, But every eye reflects a joy, as they quietly scamper by...
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  • 2.
    Nine months in my mother's womb was the most wonderful phase of her life, And my first step into the unknown then- Was the most beautiful moment she cherished; Unawareness and uncertainties my future held- Yet she did all that she could do to make it bright and beautiful. But only if dreams could turn into reality, I would have been a better child to her then;
    I shattered her hopes and dreams- Compelled her to walk the path of guilt and shame, And now she only
    sits wondering, where she went wrong, That transformed me to a person who now hardly remembers Mother's sweet songs.
    Importance of my life has vanished, In the fog of wants and selfishness- Getting high and getting my kicks, Are the things that I now only embrace; I steal, I cheat and manipulate, Just to get the substance of my choice, I do weird and unsocial acts- Just to satisfy my Euphoric Thirst.
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Total 2 Poems by Saraldeep Tamang

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