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Poetube Challenge
RULES:
1) Watch the YouTube video. The video is uploaded in this post yet it is encouraged to see the whole video on the YouTube Link given in the bio.
( https://youtu.be/cAT6HfD9icc )
2) You have to write a poem or abstract on any of the one video or both.
3) Submit your entries by tagging and mailing us at unboxedt@gmail.com. Don't forget to mail us. Please write your instagram ID in the mail too.
4) Have an open account so it is easier for us to access your entry.
5) No plagiarism. We appreciate individual thoughts.
6) Tag 3 or more of your fellow writers.
In the midst of those white glitter of landscape,
Just in front of the glaciers and from where the cold water escaped.
Far away from the savageness of the city ,
Was a school that taught the forgotten art of humanity.
Besides the river which flowed only so that the tree never dies,
Was this place which taught that your spoonful can fill someone's whole bowl of rice.
Far away in the city which was to kindness as ice to burning,
Was also a man showing love and practicing real art of distant learning.
Once a dull pupil of care had now became the master of compassion,
And it was not a miracle , just that school made the old tradition of care now come into fashion.
Yugma Dave
It felt like I was late ,
Late for everything ;
Like life was that bully
Who would push me
If I tried to brush on time.
So there I was,
Late in getting ready;
And so my whole day
Would be delayed and
You would be Someone else's.
I would be late to
Eat my bowl of rice and
Hence, I would get but too less,
For with you I was stuck
With less and so with lovelessness.
Devastated I was , for I was too late,
The bully called life
Had made me your unrequited lover.
But then, just like people help cope
Everyone around me did.
They tried to fill the empty space
In my bowl with half their rice;
And so the bully turned into
A friend who helped me move on
And humanity was what helped me
Get through my hurt.
But , like you, there
Was another woman in my life
Who was my unrequited lover.
She was the woman who would
Always fill my bowl with more rice,
Rice here symbolizing her love,
She wanted to spend all her time
Only with me since I was little.
But, as I grew up and found friends
In people outside ,
I started forgetting her
I started ignoring her ;
And there were days when she
Would wait for me till the very end
Till one day , I was too busy for her
When she decided to stop calling.
But life couldn't help her cope
Like it did for me
For her love was beyond boundaries.
She was my mother
I was her womb.
After you couldn't be mine
And my life was too stressed
With all the work I had to do ,
She called me one more time
And this was her last try.
That day I remembered the hurt
You had given me,
The stress of work I never bore
When she used to feed me;
And so the prodigal son did return
Never to leave now
For he now realized
The significance of more rice.
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Anushka Gupta
I have strings, I don't regret at all
I had a fall which sue me all,
thoughts buried in my mind took time to grew
but when they were up,
I named them 'you'.
I dive into your thoughts, like I'm a creator of you
I shaped my love to attach with you,
I create an art like a flowing wine
and stitch your heart till you are mine.
Twilight, cold night and a canvas that shines,
I dip my finger to shape you mine,
White, blue, silver, red and black,
I create you like a stormy man.
I paint you in the old city of woods,
Remembering the days where we together stood,
While I create your picture and stare it for a while
Your eyes invades and hits into my mind.
Are you the perfect one to create an art?
Laughs and asks these moon and stars
I smile and say I'm not the perfect one,
But l am the owner of this man or none.
I smirk and look up to moon and stars
I say,
He will be hung in the wall of my heart
I will be the creator of this stormy art,
I can make him smile and wild for a while,
I can make him mine and let him mind.
I will be the creator of his heart and life
His heart will beat till I won't mind,
I'll look into his eyes to feed him smile,
And I'll be the creator of the one who will be forever mine.
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Sakshi Anand
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