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I still follow you


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This is another poem with two authors…
The first part is by my friend themuulticoloredarc and the second part is added (as a response) by me…

We were walking on a road,
Hand in hand,
You didn’t seem your usual self,
Out of blue, you decide to race,
Not with me, with the world,
All I wanted was to be with you….

So I started following you,
Not because I could’t lead,
Coz I trusted you with the right path,
Knew that at times you would fall,
But I would be there to help you walk…

But I began to lag behind,
And you didn’t care to stop,
The distance grew,
And I had to shout to tell you how much I love you…
But you got into a stride,
And my feelings were unheard…

But I still follow you,
You think you don’t need me,
I know you more,
If only you would turn around,
Ohh, I can fix myself,
It’s the love I won’t be able to fix…

A day will come when you won’t be able to find me,
Not coz I won’t be there,
It’s you who won’t be able to recognize me,
blinded by your pride…

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I stand alone on a mysterious land
Yelling for help, your supporting hand
The world seems unknown, a bit too grand
The wind is too strong for me to withstand

I feel strange, powerless, shattered and weak
Your caring touch; the words of love, is all that I seek
But loneliness and seclusion seem to be dense
It is only now that I realise my offense

Oh I was mad, too lifeless to feel
That you would be lost in this time of ordeal
I was too sure that I would stand tall
But never could I perceive this disastrous fall

I was too selfish to race up the track
Too cruel and brutal, not to look back
The glare of success made me blind
And slowly I forgot, that you lagged behind

Indeed the track was of success and glory
But that is not the complete story
Not a moment of joy or glory is worthwhile
If success is not celebrated, and unnoticed goes a smile

So I turn back and follow my trail
With a hope in heart that will never fail
That you would be waiting for me on the track
And sooner than later, I would come back…

When I Forget Myself


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This is a poem that I write to myself for a day when I betray my nation and settle abroad. I earnestly hope I would never need to read it to myself…

Millions of dreams seen in eyes
Aspirations that grow as time flies
Hopes conjured of a better tomorrow
With much more joy and lesser sorrow

Don’t you see the privileged one!
The clever, the talented, second to none;
The endless desire, the helpless stare
Which looks upon you in times of despair?

You live in the land that sings of glory
Relive the pride, the forgotten story
Today our mother carves for the golden days
When knowledge and culture flowed our ways

What makes you leave your mother in pain?
There is wrong to be corrected; do not refrain
There are beautiful places you aspire to roam
But nowhere else will you find a second home

Millions of shoulders you stand upon
How dare you forget them and try to move on?
You traitor! who sings a selfish tone
Who used their dreams to live his own

Coward you are; scared of grief
You stole their hopes; you are a thief!
Didn’t think twice as you betrayed their future
You selfish man; a shameless creature!

Time is not gone; you are not dead
There is a hope; waiting to be spread
Come back to yourself; in this lovely world
There is a flag; waiting to be unfurled

The value of a smile is too high to be measured
For it has nothing but true joy to be treasured
Embrace the nation as she embraces you
See her smile as you start your life anew

Lost Childhood


A carefree face, a pleasing smile

So innocent; my heart stops for a while

Eyes large; and full of joy

Searching for his favorite toy

There it is! and flash, he goes

Out of his heart, laughter flows

A laugh which hides no pain

A laugh which knows no loss or gain

Hours of play; no rest or respite

Wanders his mind in unbound flight

Then greets his dad with hugs and kisses

Tosses his child up, and then he catches

Fearless, the child gives a zealous call

He knows his father won’t let him fall

He laughs without fear, tension or grief

So strong is the faith; so firm the belief

I stand and watch; the marvel of nature

And try to to peak into his distant future

Will he not lose the carefree face?

Will he withstand the mean world’s embrace?

Will clouds of fear not question his faith

When he encounters the unjust’s wraith?

Will he be able to smile as I could

In my own; lost childhood?

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