Category Archives: Mon Avis Poetry

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Cube (Not a Love Story)

Cube (Not a Love Story) From the time my love is gone, From the time I forgot to love… I am so empty like a cube I have walls but no paintings — good or bad. I have corners but no writing table I have

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Recap

Recap 1987 I was born a Libra, son of a prince. Loved and cared and respected like a king. In the world of soil, water and hardwork a thinker, a philosopher and a writer. 1993 I was born again to a surrogate mother — Rawatbhata

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We Dont Speak

We Dont Speak In the Green Backdrop Of an Urban Park. In the History of a city Take out some Sunlight and paint in the Clouds. A noisy morning, unclean Roads Rush, Hurry and Crowded Buildings. A roof of the Yellow-painted House I see Birds

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When I will die…

When I will die… The sun will shine hard to show my soul the road to heavens. The moon light will give me peace. The trees and flowers will say me, ‘Thanks!’ The animals will shed tears on my leave. And the birds will sing