My Poems

A series of different poems mainly random ones, which pertain to certain subjects or topics, written mostly by me and if not the poet is mentioned.
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The world is colorful through our eyes,
The world is grey through its eyes,
Till we see it as one, know not we demise,
To this life, which we give a surmise
In a world full of colours,
I am just one of its mixture,
In its heartening nature,
We are its threatening creature.
To its hope and fields of antelope ,
We come as hunters and from it we elope.
To its dismay, We stay.
To realize it's fear, We start making others of our kind sway .
With greed in mind,
We are like the unique beasts of one kind.
We are not unwise.
It's our minds that sway with emotions
Like flowers in a breeze, likewise
We move to and fro, it's oscillations
That we represent with our uncertainties.
Our answers; a play of words,
Our questions; a play on the minds.
It's sort of a propaganda played out from
The creative Times;
It's a brainwashing syndrome that sets out on everyone with its peculiar chime.
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