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I’ve been locked away,
Deep inside the earth,
But i have to survive,
From the fire in this hearth.

I don’t know how long,
Will I stay here in this dark,
Trapped in this place where,
None can hear my bark.

I know I’ll strive,
But I don’t know how long,
Hanging on the edge of life,
I sit and write this song.

I’m all alone here,
I got no one to admire,
But I know I will survive,
From this dungeon of fire…

-Rajveer Nair

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As the night arose,
So did the bitter dark,
In whose atmosphere could only be heard,
The howl and the wolf’s bark.

As the wind blew,
In the form of a gentle breeze,
It made eerie sounds,
As it blew through the pine trees.

Neither was the moon nor the sky,
Overcast by the pale clouds,
Under whose light,
Did the pack of wolves howl.

The whitish scar in the sky,
Slowly disappeared,
Or did it seem to be,
To whose sight I peacefully slumbered.

– Rajveer Nair

I wrote this poem in about 10 minutes, just like my some other poems. Hope you like it and do check out my other works too, as I post more of my works along with the passage of time.

Although the sun was down,
Below the horizon,
Its twilight was seen spectacularly,
Above the forests of fern.

As the orange gently,
Nudged the sky of blue,
It gallantly filled up the sky,
With its husky hue.

The stars which glimmered,
Had started to fade,
For at the advent of dawn,
Good bye, they had to bade.

As the layers of light,
Filled up the sky,
The night sky, in its captivity,
Bade good bye.

The morning now,
Almost fully arrived,
Was signalled as the,
Birds chirpingly cried.

The night beneath the horizon,
Had started to dwell,
But would return soon,
So till then it bade farewell.

– Rajveer Nair

sitting under the shade of a tree,

my mind so pensive as can be,

full of melancholy, not of glee,

but with a sudden stroke of light,

I see a sight, lit by the sun, spectacularly.

I see green vales, stretched to a height,

as all rose together in their might,

and kissed the sun bringing delight,

the view, complemented by the birds sermon,

as they lift me from my melancholy plight.

Such a sight; only one,

as it stretched to the horizon,

the dead grass was brought to life by the sun,

when the sun began its descend,

and ignited my tavern.

The wind whispered to me; like a sibyl’s transcend,

and now, with this, I bring thius idyll to an end.

-Rajveer Nair