Submissions by prachi (Prachi Wahi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a poet, by accident...Have found no other way to express what I feel in various situations, and so want to retain that feeling forever for remembrance in the form of poetry.
Carry On
Nobody cares for you
That's okay.
Take that nobody as no body.
Carry on.
Don't bother.
Everybody hurts you.
That's okay.
Take that everybody as no body.
Carry on.
Don't bother.
But, somebody cares for you;
Somebody loves you.
Isn't that okay?
No, that should be great!
So,Carry on.
Don't bother.
But, take that somebody along;
Because that somebody is some body.
That's okay.
Take that nobody as no body.
Carry on.
Don't bother.
Everybody hurts you.
That's okay.
Take that everybody as no body.
Carry on.
Don't bother.
But, somebody cares for you;
Somebody loves you.
Isn't that okay?
No, that should be great!
So,Carry on.
Don't bother.
But, take that somebody along;
Because that somebody is some body.
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Me
ME. . .
I'm like the shadow in the faded light;
Seen by all, but visible to none!
I'm invisible.
I'm like the air that passes by;
Felt by all, but known to none!
I'm invisible.
I'm like the soul in the body.
I'm like the written page of a diary.
I'm like the blackness of the night; the light in the fused bulb.
I'm like the thirst of the river.
I'm like the wealth of the miser; the poverty of the benevolent.
I'm like the shame of a slut; the lechery of a noble.
I'm like a spotless stained sheet.
I'm like the crowd in the country; the...
I'm like the shadow in the faded light;
Seen by all, but visible to none!
I'm invisible.
I'm like the air that passes by;
Felt by all, but known to none!
I'm invisible.
I'm like the soul in the body.
I'm like the written page of a diary.
I'm like the blackness of the night; the light in the fused bulb.
I'm like the thirst of the river.
I'm like the wealth of the miser; the poverty of the benevolent.
I'm like the shame of a slut; the lechery of a noble.
I'm like a spotless stained sheet.
I'm like the crowd in the country; the...
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AN UNCOMMONLY COMMON VISIT
I went to the hospital with my father today. There was still an hour left for his appointment. So, I went to the waiting zone in the lobby and sat there on a vacant chair. In a leisurely mood I started observing people around me. First, I noticed a little boy who was roaming here and there (perhaps he too was getting bored like me). There was a clumsy woman sitting next to me, and was eating grams. The boy looked at her with eyes full of innocent gluttony.The woman took out a fist full of grams and raised her hand towards the boy, and he gladly took it in his little fist (though half of it,...
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