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Babu's Death

by Hari Das

Babu's Death

Each entry I made

Babu’s fumes I hailed

In the morning he told

Will be back

With some marigold

In the evening

He was back

With a crowd as jack

He was laying in a bed

It was new to our head

He was sleeping cold

In a white fold

Where is my marigold?

I goal'd
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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:48 pm

Street children

If

by Hari Das

Poetry is a music a ry-them if u follow the rules u will

love it so take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it

smoothly smoothly lovely.

If there is a forest
There is a barren land

If there is darkness
There is a sourcing light

If there is belief
There is a term relief

If there is disbelief
There is a term self

If there is good
You know ...

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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:45 pm

Belief

by Hari Das

Belief

Poetry is a music a ry-them if u follow the rules u will
love it so take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it
smoothly smoothly lovely.

My feet in Streets

Walking Latif

Races and Faces

Clashes Lashes

Hashish in Reef

There the passing Feet's

Difference in Attire

Fumes said Belief

Belief Belief

Human Arrived

Clothes D...

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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:42 pm

Belief

Freedom

by Hari Das

Freedom

Freedom my soul

I hold a gold

What i am i am

I am sold to my soul

Not like any one

I like to be one

Who knows his kingdom

Who knows his wisdom

There he is one

I am only one

A fire in gold

I love my soul

I am desire

My soul entire

My own sapphire

Polished attire

I know who i am

A human kind

Freedom bind

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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:40 pm

dream of freedom

Sunrise

by Hari Das

Sunrise

Wind will blow us one day

To take away as fumes from ashes

But our Soul will persist

For a long journey as a migrating bird

Towards somewhere far

For a new sunrise

From a womb of a mother

As a new creature of this earth

Hari Das

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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:38 pm

Maulana

by Hari Das

Maulana

A Deflection between two community . With out knowing, an act hurts another one although their was no intention .If u see the recent era people are fighting in the name of belief .So here in my poetry how a maulana get hurt ed by a pundit but poor pundit he was feeling above the sky for his god in his way not his mistake...so here i present...Maulauna.....

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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:36 pm

Deflection between religious belief

Nandini

by Hari Das

Nandini

My name is Nandini

I sell pens in the traffic signal

When the signal get orange'd

I sell pens long and elastic pens

I move door after door

Carrying bunches of pen

I knock on the door

Five a pen for ten three pens

But no one buys

They tell we have a pen

Small and fountain pen

I don't know how to write

How to read

But i know ...

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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:33 pm

Street children

Some Words to Heaven

by Hari Das

Some Words to heaven (To Princess Diana)

In a Madrine world a room was soo cold

Smell of fumes were revolving inside to loom

Each corner insisted to pick some clothes

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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:21 pm

Princess Diana

On-The-Streets

by Hari Das

On-The-Streets

Born in black

I squeezed for the white milk

From an unknown Breast

On the streets

I was a month old as a feast (0-1)

I balanced my feat

Raised my hands for a treat

But nobody was there

To give me a warm great

She left me alone

With my future on the streets

But three year old that was least (1-3)

Streets ...

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Sunday 21st September 2014 8:35 pm

Desperate

by Hari Das

Desperate

My girl my nature

U made me u made me

A mad with sweetness of your heart

With an emptiness of my hand

Still waiting to hold u as a wish

My girl my nature

U had shown me u had shown me

What I am for this daffodil world

U are my girl my nature

U are my girl because you born for me

For my sovereign world

Where I travel like a dream world

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Thursday 10th July 2014 3:50 pm

Easter With Hen

by Hari Das

Easter With Hen

Morning at 7 Easter in heaven

Walk up like a Slaughter went to buy hen

Go fast said the grandma

By giving me penny and tin.

On my way towards the butcher house

Who might be there, morning at 7

In the day of Easter with the rising sun

People were there, with butcher & his hen

Peeping from the window

From the door step

And from ...

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Thursday 26th June 2014 1:50 pm

Rose

by Hari Das

Rose

I rolled over my finger

On the head of a rose

It was smooth and bulky

Like a face way back to my road

With each touch of the finger

On the petals of the rose

I loosed myself in the skin of a rose

Which I never touched

Like this beautiful rose

It drifted back

To save her self

She said to me don’t touch me again

I moved my hands back

To fee...

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Monday 23rd June 2014 8:29 pm

Something

by Hari Das

Something

I wrote something

To be something

With the end of my line

Something I won

Something I loosed

Something I got

But Where I am?

I asked to myself

Am I there

Near that window?

Am I here

In my bed?

Where where?

Or With that lost world

With a last battle

To get something

But it is still unknown

Where is that wo...

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Friday 20th June 2014 7:52 pm

Voice

by Hari Das

Voice

Tension griped in a voice
I heard it twice or thrice
It went to me like a choice
What to do how to do
And y not to do
It said to me with a noise

But he is only one no choice
My legs went for action
But returned back with no reaction
My soul was jumping with a thrust
With a rocket propelled in a shed

May be he went away to get his life
Leaving me in the backyard of h...

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Tuesday 17th June 2014 7:45 pm

Way

by Hari Das

Way

I remember those passers in my way
Who never went again like a cunning way
I know, each span of life
It finishes with each death of life

Centuries passed over by me
Without giving any notice
But I am still that black dammar
With that old concrete which forms a way

I am an object which is suppressed
By this whole human kind
To find their designated way
I am here from many...

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Friday 13th June 2014 11:54 am

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