Arya Gupta Poems

Hurt me as you can,
all the lines to cross;
I will just stay silent,
all the words to exhaust.
...

Under the green shadow,
of that serene afternoon;
the branches to dance,
the winds to be its tune.
...

Like an evoking mystery,
the power to enchant;
growing up steadily,
a seedling into plant.
...

If you were me,
you would have known;
imbecile to execute,
in the field of buried corn.
...

A bruise on my heart,
only he can give solace;
slipping away swiftly,
'cause nothing is flawless.
...