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Soul

By Rohit TiggaPublished 4 years ago 2 min read

The soul doesn't have a huge number of royal residences

his home is spoiled

I cut the core of the night from the fury of the distance of the body

*

I dance on an iron saw

Life is something like a celebration

Can't be displayed in that frame of mind of the world

softening snow mountains

nor the ascent of any mountain waterway

*

all photos of waves are bogus

the noticeable vanishes into the undetectable

At the point when the undetectable freezes, it ascends before the eyes

a transient scene

*

I can see through thick drapes of clear mist

that her voice is the main scene in my life

*

in my store

A sack 'Next birth'

'Last Janam' seven containers

My mom was kept.

*

the rodents were extremely sharp

the vermin didn't have any idea

recipe for restricting faction

... In this way, everybody shared it together

my future 3/4

also, the past half

Appreciated it.

*

what's left

I whipped him

all obligations paid off

lost illness

Exchange settled.

*

what do I have now

in the event that you suspect as much

There's something still in my bones

like fire

so come

Light up your robe.

*

life of father and mother

when did we go from adolescence

Alright recollect nothing

*

Recollections are so foggy

related to the presence of the dad

where do we go with father

What number of excursions did he make sitting on his shoulders?

how often did he jump

what's more, how frequently

How frequently would we say we fear them?

Frantically make tracks in the jingle of Aanchal

Hands stay void even in the wake of recollecting

*

Be that as it may, father's nonattendance isn't kept in our life

To say this is to deny their presence

*

On such countless events and stages, the dad

we viewed as missing

His nonattendance has let the mother be

What's more, Rita has done connections

His nonattendance left large numbers of our discourses inadequate.

On the off chance that there was a dad, anything that might have been achieved, the expression of the guardians

*

On the off chance that there was a dad, on the child's marriage

Rather than tears in mother's eyes, shuddering in feet

In the event that there was a dad, there would have been a shoulder for the mother as well.

Father isn't simply a manly thing for a family

Rather, it is an entirety.

sad poetry

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Rohit Tigga

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