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Hello all; Here, I post some forms of poetry, poems, and short stories. Imaginations and observations have been the reflections of poems. Welcoming all of you here to read such poems. Enjoy. Happy Reading It's Tanuj Singh.

Tuesday 11 July 2017

"Hastened To Be Saleable"

The moment we annexed with our desired Passions or the Passions knitted for us,
All these bits demand an expansion of flaunting & to be  'hurriedly' famous!
They lyric, they compose and even the poems they use to rhyme,
But for what they're oblivious,  dreamy and unfamiliar is the exact Time.
They'll be an established writer as they finish their poetries or novels,
In such a 'quick' sitch, they ponder creations as Palace instead of hovels.
Might be it due to ignorance, less experienced in a green age?
Or the lack of notions imprisoned and terminated in brain's  Cage!
The weird power of being a saleable one becomes more extreme,
And the 'taste' of creations by writers shifts as the reality turns into dream.
                                                        ~Tanuj

[It's 11th July today 2017!]

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