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Runa Pradhan Poem
She, as an emotion
Of all my states of mind
Comes out, when I talk to her, or,
when I feel her more than a good friend
She, as an emotion
Of all my stress and strain
Haunts me every now and then,
When I know that I am not in her brain.
She, as an emotion
Of all my motions of life
Runs parallely on the way I run,
When I break down somewhere in life.
She, as an emotion
Of all my disturbed thoughts
Disturbs me from to think ahead,
When I don't listen her voice or notes.
She, as an emotion
Of all my joys and mighty
Pops into my hearts completely,
When I take her in as my ever affable satiety
Copyright © Runa Pradhan | Year Posted 2022
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Runa Pradhan Poem
Life, still in the cradle of yearning
For a course of hope along which
Wanna run on to the spire of wishing
With facing fires and foes on the way,
But whopping hope halt the way,
Kills the soared longue to fore
And runs itself to finding a hope
Though creeps through the way it faces,
Yet the hope with which it wishes
To come along, can't be stepped
Nonetheless, it just wants on a vector
As a hope outside to make itself victor,
In what he itself has dreamt for and
Made true what others hope from it
Copyright © Runa Pradhan | Year Posted 2021
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Runa Pradhan Poem
Mind thinks over much
What to give such
That I can reach out to,
As well, can avail to give out to
To put out existed dearths to
What deeds can be done at me?
What dedication possible by me?
Can come out with calm
And composure to build up such realm
Of wholesome beatitude and gem
I can serve that has not served
But that the greeny queen has preserved
Already, thus, I can look out the door
Wherein every wish can fore and soar
So oneself will come to give more
I would rather give this lit up living life
If it requires to glow up a tree of many lives
Rather can teach what's the art of life
As a teacher, or can serve out till I can't
With fervor and gaiety as a social servant
Copyright © Runa Pradhan | Year Posted 2021
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