LEFT ALONE

LEFT ALONE
You know, how it feels
when people say you are gone,
and in the whole world you are left alone...
When you have have nobody to talk with,
when you have nobody to walk with.
when your thoughts are said to be bored,
when in all,only you are ignored
When your presence irritates all,
when you feel yourself very small.
when your life becomes a joke
,and your respect vanishes into smoke.
when your dignity,is burnt into ashes,
when whole attitude inside you,crashes.
Then comes the moment, you stop your breath.
you hate loving life,you start loving death....


-by Pulkit Popli

These are some of my poems....comments are requested....plz

the battle field

I still remember that day,

Faces of soldiers were growing gray.

Guns were ready,

Armours were ready,

Men were searching for their prey..

This was the work of some political punk,

Who had made,

people's life a funk.

Fathers were crying,

mothers were crying Sisters were crying,

Brothers were crying,

Watching their life ,going to be sunk.

Rain was in mood to cause a flood,

Fighters were in mood to shed their blood.

Soldiers died,relatives cried..

Only Death was laughing

and life was on side.

Sky was full of smoke and fire,

Hearts was full of emotions and desire.

Some were shot in eye,

some in head,

The ground was full of bodies dead.

When all was lost,

the one side won,

The political punks were having fun.

But, what was the need of that ugly strife,

To end the innocent people's pimping life..

THE DICTATOR

You are showing me knife!
wanna end my life?
Cut my nerves,Stop my breath.
doesn't matter,I have no fear of death
These were the words of 15 old guy,
Yeah! he was just 15 , but why?
Why did he say so?
He wasn't mad, he wasn't gone
But what made him a living stone
Fed of politics,
which stole his brother
which stole his father,
which stole his mother.
which threw a child,
to survive on street.
who never recieved any fest invite,
any b'day greet.
He was a lonely soul,
he had the guts,so he set a goal.
A goal to become a dictator.
What??
yes.its right!
a dictator.
But what was the hell thing which made him do this?
was it right or wrong,
you have to choose this.
He wanted to change,
whole the system,
to end the corruption,
from the meristem.
but as always he couldn't succed,
bang!
one shot!
he could watch himself bleed.
He could see the death front eyed,
but that daredevil never cried.
His 1000 murders didn't went vain,
It affected the whole country's brain.
It was renaissance in the whole state,
He had written the whole country's fate
His name got all the affection
The only way his soul got satisfaction..