Sarthak's Poem Diary

  "We may argue, we may fight Parting our ways, left and right.   Someday we fly, someday we play, Hand in hand, our souls must pray.   Pray for the wellness, pray for the love, Pray for togetherness that built this bond." This is an original work of the author and has been protected under the Indian Copyrights Act, 1957. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any forms or by any means including copying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior permission of the publisher.

  Why should I, why should I change? Am I a season or a colour, That changes over time? Looking left and right, I wonder why so rage, That beautiful pheasant is locked in a cage, What's her fault, she wants to fly, It tears me into tears, am I a sage? Why should I, why should I change? Am I a season or a colour, That changes over time?   Moving ahead, looking down, in rain, An old man without food, is suffering to pain, No food to eat, in speeding age, I give him some money, a jacket to wear. Why should I, why should I change? Am I a season or a shade, That changes over time?   I feel the tickling of ecstatic cold winds, I feel the warmth of being in that place. Those experiences now tend to stay over time, Producing more mirth, in a worldly rat race. Why should I, why should I change? Am I a season or an expression, That changes over time?   Walking down the lane, watching people passing by, Walking the same foot...

  Let's fall, let's fall, In the ocean of love, Let's fall like water, from a cliff high above.