Are there more parts of her,
Which I hate or love?
I don’t think I even want to keep up,
With anything she does.
The ones which I fondly remember,
Of our journey there are a lot of parts.
Of her which I fondly remember,
There’s none cause I can only see the broken shards.
She hurt the whole of me,
Thinking I’d let it go.
But in my poetry,
Parts of her will see the emotions flow.
– Anmol Agarwal
(02/03/2023)
I remember seeing you,
Walking on the street;
A bucket hat you had on,
As you passed by the rustling leaves.
Looking at your silhouette,
My heart felt so freed;
Still, I stood watching you,
Just like the unmoving trees.
Could not say hello to you,
Never be a part of your moments of glee;
But since the moment I got to know of you,
In first-sighted love I have believed.
– Anmol Agarwal
(15/03/2023)
Well, well,
On the past, let’s not dwell,
Find something which appeals to you,
It’s time to break out of your shell,
Well, well,
No, don’t ring the bell,
Help won’t ever be on its way,
Make your very own den;
Well, well,
If there’s anything you need to tell,
Better say it and not let it die inside,
I assure you, it will end well,
Well, well,
Your stories by themselves will not sell,
Pour out your heart on each page,
There’s magic in your pen;
Well, well,
So hard I fell,
Without any motivation to keep going,
Every moment feels like hell!
– Anmol Agarwal
(12/03/2023)
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