I am an aspiring poet; I live in the beautiful city of Siliguri. The metropolitan city is flanked by inexperienced hills on the side, thus providing breathtaking view. My life is like any other school-going busy kid. Go to school, come back and go to sleep. The comfort me from the work stresses I write poems. This is my story…
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Stay holding on to the moutain cliff!
Beacuse deep down below all you can find is grief.
You have come too far above touching the sky.
Imagine about all you have tolerated to come this high.
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You sang me my first song when I was in the womb.
Endured pain to grant me the breath of existence,
Shed tears of joy when I was released from the cocoon.
How could I ever forget your warm hug and over possessiveness?
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I think I see the mighty hills of Darjeeling.
What magnificence, it is that they bring!
Bold as a King, so high its peak.
Where the oaks grow densely and so do teak.
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There were ripples of the sparkling stream.
The crystalline water was mirroring the blue sky.
That befriended with the sun's wonderful beam.
Beams of the dazzling looking golden eye.
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