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Best Poems From
ABNISH SINGH CHAUHAN
(04-061979)
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Pain Comes and Goes!
Pain comes and goes
With the breath I take
Or puff out
When it becomes stale
Cries my heart
Ever churns my nose.
People see me
As though I am happy
I have boundless joy
But the reality
They do not know
Or wish not so.
Wind awakes
Moves with force
Takes my tired breath
To some unknown place
Filling the spot
With ever-soaring pain.
Who cares
What is there and why?
They care but for themselves
Or their kids
Or those who are close
In blood or in wealth.
I stake myself
Where I always board
Where I always fight
Trying to come out
Sound and safe
With some scratches on my back.
Abnish Singh Chauhan
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Under the Scorching Sun!
Walls remains tinted with
Advertising leaflets
We always see
Passing through the lane
Enhancing curiosity
Craving for some things
But purse allows us not.
What we earn, goes as it comes
For arranging daal-bhat
Or sometimes for the medical cure
Ever rising prices of things
Like the mouth of Sursa
An onion more pungent than a chili
Makes our eyes flow with tears.
Our mutual efforts couldn’t save
Food and water for the coming days
We get what we produce in the fields-
One third of our total labour
Under the scorching sun
When added cost reduced the profit
We fail to recover.
The rhetoric on the stage
Hides all the misdeeds
Of the so-called greats
The bird was hungry, still hungry
Fun and frolic for those
Who know how to make money
By means fair and foul.
Abnish Singh Chauhan
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