It’s been two to three times,When I have forgotten my rhymes.It’s been a very long week,When I’ve forgotten to cycle the creek. It’s been a very long day,When lunch has fallen away.It’s been a very long month,Since health has gone astray. It’s been a very long hour,With no time for a prayer.It’s been a very …
It’s over the blue moon, When I catch it, Suddenly slips. It’s hard to say truth, And bitter it is. Now, shall why or what? I hardly understand what it is? A confident guy, Suddenly loses all confidence, and rides on over-confidence, and sadly slips. “© 2025 Jaskaran Singh. All rights reserved.”
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Ballad 1 One is wise,The one who listens,But then arrives the young—The wild and disobedient. When sunlight steps forward,One wakes up,The other stays in dreams. The one I remember,A teacher,Or perhaps, a muse. Three stand together,Decisions rising like a tide,As hands find their hold. Ballad 2 Some call it a pair,Others, a drift of sands—But …
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A day of dynamite,They will scatter the roses,A day of my kite,When all is exposed to the air,My thread entangled in my fingers,My vision concealed,The kite cried for aid,As I was preoccupied with seeking help for myself,She was murmuring, “There, Brazil, Pakistan, America”“I’m soaring; he forgot.”“I’m fading, my comrade.”She was unintelligible to me,Brazil arrived there,Only …
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I’ll bind you one. When you try to escape, I’ll show my strength By pulling it off you, I’ll give you some refreshments In the form of that tea, I’ll save you from falling From uphill with my Cordial love and a masculine thread. I’ll place you down. For your destined project As you only …
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When I fell from the 18th floor of a building, When I was handcuffed and given some pills, When I looked in the mirror and said hello to myself, When I saw no one around me while grass rooted in a small cottage, Today, I met with justice. They say justice looks like time: On …
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We need space, dear! When I’m alone,I’m a sad person,When I’m with my friends,I’m a mad person.But, to depend on the internet,Oh! Ho, the internet is a bad person. I go to work,My pal is a cheerful person,My boss is a bald personBut none of them like the internet,The internet is a bad person. I …
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Today, I won’t let my tearsroll over my cheeks,Sometimes they dowhen there’s a little breezeI fear the absenceof the beloved girl I metOn the seventh floor ofThe city’s hotel is in Greece. She constantly smiledwith a heavy heartShe invariably told methat she was gladto greet, embracethe other ally of herShe would never uncoverthe grief that …
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Every time I rush to the gates, the gates are closed. Every time I make a move, it costs me the most. I love to spend time beside doors, waiting for a signal before thirsty crows. Spending a day without a do, what the hell a place it takes me to? The most often do …
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Till the time it raises youThine have no praiseMy Google went alongAs I texted the messengers of GodThe storms that bit the crockAnd the days were hidden behind nightsMy love once toldAt other times, not givenTore till my even stepsAnd odd reactionsMy facial looksand juggling puzzles till some broken pieces came alongand told harsh storiesmy …
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In moments of wisdom, flaws I see,Salt paths bright as the sun rises free,Runners’ feet pound the pavement with might,Symbol of strength, determination as bright. Labourer outweighs bricks, without creams,Tireless toiler, worth beyond means,Pigeon’s appetite, sated in solitude,Pales before the rickshaw puller’s plenitude. By God’s grace, he earns a few pennies,Excelling in exercise, unmatched …
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I was walking down the streetI calmly rested for a whileThe inner of me was thirstyWhile my outer self was in a hurry. But the distance to cover was a good thousand milesThen I waited for someone to arriveWithin my wayAlas, I couldn’t find evenAs my hair turned from black to grey. After good 30-odd …
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I say, “If you dare to dream,You will have to sleep!” I open the door,For the lord to comeI open the doorFor my love to comeI enjoy the beautyOf this crop to reapI often sleepTo lessen my worries heap But It makes me sometimesMore concerned with the ordinarypoor lads who seldom sleepWho do not have …
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I make no point when I feel I just feel so much pain Sometimes, when I see a kid begging with torn clothes, I feel a great attachment to that lad Because one lord created us all And we all have a responsibility to get cared for. Sporadically when I look at a dog having …
