Poetry Collection by Prabhat Verma
My poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song which either arises from a bleeding wound, or from a smiling face.

THE FIRE

Don't cry please, I tell myself,
This is not the place or time,
The roads are dark and nobody near,
I see none to wipe my tears.

So I walk I keep walking,
Try to reach my destination,
But the clock is ticking & its late,
I m low on strength & my energy abate.

All my life, been to different places,
Different situations, all new faces,
Experienced love, also been hated,
This is life, everything is negotiated.

I have my aim set, goal firmly in sight,
If I don't make it, I still put up a fight,
You all can sit and laugh at me today,
But I promise, I will smile back at you someday.


by: PRABHAT VERMA


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