Rajpal Singh Poems

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‘Sir’ often she calls me,
And ‘madam’ her I do call;
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The old knot was tightened anew
On a pious day of varied hues;
Scattered interaction was amassed too
By the efforts of friends, handful and few.
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I know her sweet name, though,
Her surname to me is still unknown;
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The blue skirt that she clad
Embellished her with elegant charm.

The white cloud with silver-linings
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Your reticence speaks that all
What you never reciprocate at all.
Though you are tied with someone else,
My love is fixed and never grows less.
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This world is a theatre,
The director, O Lord, you are;
And actors we all are,
Descended on this Earth
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In the mind's little home,
Before does sleep come
And nimble mind benumb,
Heads begins to throb,
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My heart is a sacred shrine
Consecrated there the image of thine,
Though unseen and undefined,
But curved out of imaginary line;
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(A Sonnet)
I’m like a metal which is blended with impurity,
Buried in its ore, and is unqualified for use;
Or like that tool, which has lost its flexibility
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Invisible, unperceivable by human eye,
Lord of lords, lord of all, he is one lord,
King of Kings, all pervading, infinite as sky,
Say him Waheguru, Allah, Hari or God.
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