AROMA OF LOVE

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Will you be my valentine on this day?

And change my life to colorful from grey.

Radiate me with light of happiness and cheer,

I promise, you will always find me near.

For me you are like princess snow white,

You made me to believe in love at first sight.

All these years gathered courage to confess,

Without you my life is just meaningless.

No matter what the situation is?

I will bring for you moments of bliss.

Hold my hands and come with me,

I will show the world you ever wanted to see.

All I just want to see happiness and joy in you,

Whatever you think all words I said is true.

No matter now what you say,

If you decision is no then I will go away.

And never return in your life again,

For you I will bear every pain.

By KAMLESH ORAON

GIFT OF LIFE

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Life a wonderful gift given by god,
Realized when an event happened–very odd.
A day when I bunked the school,   

Went with my friends, making myself a fool.

To the nearby river to take a bath,

Who knew I had to face the river’s wrath?
Trying to swim in the water, known only to a few

Enjoying the moment and cool wind that blew.
Current of water in the river was slow and steady,

With the desire to learn swimming,I was ready.
Then, I suddenly started to drown in the depth of river,
My friends when seeing me started to shiver.
I started moving my legs and hands very fast,
It was useless, I felt overcome, but I had to last!
I cried in a loud, forceful tone, “Save me!”
I started to feel unconscious, unable to see.
When I opened my eyes, I felt myself at the brink
I was amazed, dumbfounded, unable to think

Friends told me I was saved by a villager boy,

I thanked him expressing feelings of joy.

I had never seen my death so near,
We went home in a mood of cheer.
This became a horrible day that I won’t forget,

But from parents, it was a secret kept.

                           by KAMLESH ORAON

AN UNDERPRIVILEGED CHILD

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Running down the streets carrying a bag,
Searching every dustbin and picking useful rag.
Wearing cloths filthy and torn,
Struggling in the earth where he is born.
Still laughing and playing with his friends,
Enjoying the world of changing trends.
Walking barefoot around the city street,
Feeling no pain in his soft feet.
Curious for playing with electronic toys,
On seeing playing with them young boys.
Imagining the taste of pastries and ice-creams,
Is he happy with his broken dreams?
Dreaming of living life with joy and comfort,
But everyone treats him like dirt.
Willing to go school for learning,
Wants to become rich through earning.
Filled with truth and innocence in his eyes,
But who cares in this world of hatred and lies.
A world where humans become wild,
Is there anyone to care about the unprivileged
child?
            By KAMLESH ORAON

FEELING OF GUILT

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A day when I acquired a new asset,  a day that I will not forget,

 A day when I destroyed my moral compass, only left with regret

I took a friend’s phone left on the desk,  a horrible mistake made by me,

I took a friend’s phone left on the desk, when there was no one else to see!   

I tried to give it back but my mind changed a bit,

then further thought and decided,”Why not keep it?”

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Returning to the hostel, everyone busy searching there,  I saw rushing all around,

peering into every room– hoping that the phone would be found.

Frightened by seeing faces with fury,

I managed to hide it in a hurry

When I went to the friend to take a look,

whose phone I willingly took.

I saw his sorrow and pale face,

I felt from inside a feeling of disgrace.

Realizing that I have made a big mistake,

I said to myself, “I am not a friend but a fake.”

A burden of stress started to build, feeling pains of guilt,

I decided to give it back, and take leave of this dishonest quilt!

But I had no courage to return the stolen goods in front of everyone!

I wrote a letter of apology to him, my honesty a bastian.

             confessing my fault and asking for forgiveness,

I placed it with the phone in his room, amid the midnight  darkness.  

  In the morning I saw his feeling of joy,

His finding of what was lost and not destroyed

Then I felt relief from within,

and so sorry for my sin

so sorry for being host,

of wrong and selfish thoughts…almost!

 by
KAMLESH ORAON

(Actually my phone was taken and returned a day after with the name unknown)

A CONFESSION

bfFrom many years hidden in my heart,

A love slow like bullock cart.

My first love with my classmate,

Always thought she is my true fate.

Sitting and watching her all the time,

Sometimes she gave weird look,

As if it was a crime.

Sometime we sat together in the class,

Wondered how quick time used to pass.

Sharing lunch during breaks,

Knowingly I brought her favorite cakes.

Friends teased me taking her name,

And I used to feel childish shame.

After school waiting for a while,

Looking at each other with a cute smile.

I didn’t knew it was love or not,

Though for her with one boy I fought.

Years passed, neither I nor she expressed,

I thought she was not impressed,

Neither was I good-looking nor genius.

Within, my heart was making fuss.

On last day of school when classes meant to end

She wrote in my hand BEST FRIEND.

Still I was happy and in mood to cheer,

I gifted her memories in form of teddy bear.

From that day I have never seen her,

But in my eyes she always mesmerize.

                  by KAMLESH ORAON

 

MURDER OF LOVE

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It’s a tale of an accursed girl,

caught in the worldly illusion whirl.

Happy with her life and pride,

always dreamed of becoming lucky bride.

Enjoyed her life being alone,

unless fell in love with a boy unknown.

Seemed they deeply love each other,

against the warning from her mother.

She knew her parents won’t accept this,

their marriage had no hope,

so decided with him to elope.

Planned on a new moon night,

when they will escape from visions,

in the absence of moonlight.

She stole some costly gems and jewel,

which they planned to sell.

She reached the garden surrounded by dark,

dead silence all around,

where she can even hear far away dog’s bark.

Waiting,waiting under a tree in pain,

situation became worst,

when started a heavy rain

Suddenly got a hit in head….

….from behind and lost in sleep,

When woke up she started to weep.

Gone all the gems and jewel,

then she realized about the betrayal.

Though she was alive but murdered,

from inside with love,faith and trust.

She ran towards home crying in burst.

Forgiven by parents for her worst mistake,

but she learned a lesson to recognize,

people with faces real or fake.

  Always beware before it’s too late,

Every time life doesn’t give second fate.

                              by KAMLESH ORAON

REALITY

stock-photo-man-s-hands-tied-with-chains-42844855When I was a kid,

I was always tied through restriction,

always demanded for more freedom.

Small decision were taken up by parents,

which I never liked.

As I grew older restriction become less,

more exposure to outside world.

Given choice to make own decision,

which they believed I would make with precision.

But the snare of worldly illusion,

again chained me up through….

responsibilities,dreams,obligation..

Burden of expectations from

family,friends,love and society surrounded me.

Couldn’t enjoyed the freedom outside,

Struggled to make right decisions.

As time passed more,

I was tied tight through chains..

of more responsibilities, obligations and dreams of future.

Then I realized the world’s reality,

where one have to survive with own ability.

Broken toys were better than broken dreams,

pain of restriction were better than pain of losses.

The chains of worldly illusion kept pulling back,

gave many wound and burn,

but taught never to take U-turn.

It tries you to give disgrace,

so better be ready with courage to face.

But same time taught to fight with hope,

showed ways to reach on the top.

                        by KAMLESH ORAON