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The he who rose above all the pain
The he who fought against all the odds,
When found himself amidst the inevitable
To salute him, bowed down a hundred gods.

For whom the nation was always first
Stood determined under the starless sky,
Rains of bullets couldn't **** his soul
He became immortal, as death felt shy.

Death of flesh that came with pride
Upon the red ocean his body lied,
To protect her, fought till his last breath
Seeing this sight, the motherland cried.
A little attempt of tribute to all the soldiers and real heroes, who always put their national duty above all.
  Mar 2018 Deepali Agarwal
Julian Delia
PART I – AN EXAMPLE

Mohamed Bouazizi –
A name we should never forget;
The name of a man whose loss
Is one of many we shall forever regret.

He did not want much;
All he wished for was an education,
A proper house, warm to one’s touch,
The right to make a decent living
A humble being, never taking too much yet always giving.

Mohamed Bouazizi
Was a man who never had it easy;
His story profoundly echoes among us all
A tragedy fuelled by greed and corruption.
Put yourself in his shoes –
Fatherless since he was three,
Working since he was ten,
The right for education stolen from him
By his own, cold nation.

It is difficult to understand
What it’s like
To be buried beneath the sand,
Just like that.
Mohamed had to quit school
And support an entire family
Essentially, reduced to a tool
An instrument
For financial gain;
Eventually, he was unable to take the pain
The humiliation
Of having his only means of remuneration
Confiscated and destroyed.

So, incredulous and angry,
All he had was one final attempt at diplomacy,
His penultimate demand to a governor with no soul:
“If you don’t see me, I will burn myself.”
His produce, his vending stall,
His scales – all taken from him, accelerating his fall
Into desperation,
Into deliberate, self-immolation.

Every authority that was supposed to be a protector
Instead acted as a horrifying molester –
Mohamed
Tried every route he could possibly take
A brave explorer confronting snake after snake.
Alas,
He reached his breaking point,
And true to his word,
He set himself on fire –
December 16th, 2010
Was the date when his ire
Could be contained no longer.
Part one of a three-piece poem which begins by honouring the memory of Mohamed Bouazizi. Parts two and three to be uploaded, soon.
Deepali Agarwal Mar 2018
A sunshine smile, is a makeup they wear,
With loads of jokes in their book to crack,
You will always find them,
Howling, shouting, laughing,
As if the world will end that night.
You can approach them with all your problems,
they always have a solution.
You might even admire them,
And wish to be like them.

But friend you are wrong.
You don't know the person behind those masked expressions

Ever saw them in solitude?
Then you will see the TRUE them.
A sea of tears, covers their face,
With thunderstorm rising within them.
Their life is a dark cave,
with mysteries, and no light.

They can help everyone,
but not themselves.
They can speak of everything,
but not of their pain.
Why?
They don't want sympathy,
they just want care, that's a rare merit to find.
They are not wild,
But are soft like wax.
They will never hurt you,
'cause they know how it feels.

What we see, might not be true,
And what hurt people show is never true.
Deepali Agarwal Mar 2018
You and I were walking down a solitary path, one day.
You walked on the fallen leaves, which looked like sufferers of war.
We were at antipodes, your side had night,
While my side had a bright sunny day.
As we walked, you chose to talk of non human meetings,
Where people fed on blood.
With a prideful smile,
You spoke, " I killed two fifty zombies, as they marched towards my farm.'
And I asked you , "Why?"
They could have destroyed my boundary wall.
"Why would they?"
They are bigots.
"They told you so?"
No, but I know, they were.
"So they were a menace to your lands?"
To humanity in brief.
And, you added, to God.
"God " I smiled.
"He told you so?"
No, you said arching your brow,
But it is my duty.

You told me many more stories of how you and your allies saved the World and God.
But our thoughts were like ice and fire.
I told you,
But they are His children.
You killed your siblings.
And your instant reply was,
"Not mine."
So you think that your God didn't made this entire World.
"He did."
So he must have made all that's living.
"True."
Then who were those two fifty, whom you killed?

You were quite for the rest of the journey.
I should have told you,
I wished to learn the answer to that question in this life.
But you were lost in dark.
Why do countries fight? Why do people fight for issues that have no strong base? We are all made by one God. We might worship him by different names.
Deepali Agarwal Mar 2018
I saw him walking to the gates.
Rushing to him, I called him.
Instantly, he looked behind,
And a soft sugary smile grew.

He held my hand,
With care and love.
And we walked to the gates.

There were more things to look at,
The green trees, the lovely flower, the cotton candy clouds,
The golden sun, the chirping birds,
But nothing was above the moment I enjoyed with him.

There was something gloomy in his eyes.
Sensing it, I raised my brow.

Looking at me with tenderness,
He rubbed his finger on my palm.
And said,
"I will be your best friend."

There was someone walking besides him.
She was beautiful, with maiden pride sparkling in her eyes.
She greeted me with a scornful smile.

It didn't cared,
If he would leave me.
I wanted to enjoy his company.
We talked and talked,
And my love for him grew.

With passing time,
I wished for him,
Till eternity.
I knew he loved me and he knew I loved him.
But the lady besides him,
Had her own plans.

And one day he walked out of those gates.
Somethings are just too precious to lose...
Deepali Agarwal Mar 2018
Like other girls,
Trying hard to get rid of the black scars.
Home remedies, costly cosmetics,  medicines,
Tried everything, but no results.
Why don't these ugly circles disappear?
I asked myself every time I stood in front of mirror.
Then, one day, I saw my face, carefully
And came to the conclusion, that dark circles don't make me look ugly.

Many people close to me,
Have left me,
But these circles never did.
When I thought that I was strong,
People made me feel weak.
But when I look at the dark circles,
They remind me of all those nights,
I was awake,
Working hard to make my dream true.
Then how can something, that makes me feel proud of myself be ugly?
#uglydarkcirclesfear
Deepali Agarwal Mar 2018
Books tell me,
There is something bigger,
Bigger than the universe itself, endless and ever expanding.
But I want to tell those authors,
That I know where it ends.

Looking at the tiny twinkles across the sky,
I have dreamt of infinity.
Some cosmologist say you can never reach it,
But I have travelled to it a million times.

Looking at the rainy clouds,
I feel like dancing in infinity.
Some mathematician say you can never count it,
But my counting has finished many times.

Looking at the horizon,
It appears to be infinity millimeters far,
Some wild men say you can never travel to it,
But I have visited the place some thousand time.

Looking at the boy, across my window,
I feel an infinite emotions upsurging in my heart.
My friends say I will never be able to tell him,
But I have told him everyday.

You see this big, yet cute creature,
Is not out of your reach.
It's besides you, with you every moment.
Infinity is just a feeling.
#infinity
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