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I see, speak and feel nothing. I am just another person. I belong nowhere.

Nomad I am a nomad— Nothing I say matters. I am but a face in the crowd, I am left behind, trying. I am made fun of. I don’t count in this vast world, I often lead myself through darkness, I pin myself to the wall— I don’t even exist unless I make my presence known. I don’t even get hate—let alone love , I get neither a hell nor a heaven . Not everyone deserves pain. We suffer for a reason—I don’t get a reason. I just live to make God not regret His creation.                                         -Preetham.S.D  

"A village at night" is a poem on a night's beauty etc.

 


A village at night

 The nights embrace me,

as I look at it,

silent as the black sea,

while in the courtyard, I sit;

I see, millions of glow-worm’s,

like the stars above,

with flawless charm,

between the dark grove;

I was drowsy in guise,

as I was gloomy,

sleep filled in my eyes,

in the dark night, I was goony;

At night, for sure,

I dreamed as a seer,

so exquisite and pure,

for the vision, I saw was clear;

So beautiful and rare,

like the moon’s gleam,

the night I loved that I’m not ready to share,

although it was real, but it felt like a dream!

                                                       -Preetham.S.D

                                                          

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