SHUBHANKIT KHOLIA - POEMS

​He commits to experience himself through every emotion, every love, every sorrow and every joy from this life he has received and then he tries to turn it into poetry.
In a world where we can invent ourselves, he pours his spirit into his words, willing to share with every other human being.
Sometimes he is burning red, like the color of igniting love.
Sometimes yellow, like every other blooming sunflower who is fearless and desperately wants to be loved.
Sometimes pink, like Taylor Swift's song "lover" and Sometimes he's blue, like color of seas and skies, color of state of mind.
But most of the time, he is just a 25 year old Indian author struggling to find a little escape through his words in this ephemeral yet efflorescent world.

Is orphanage the only option?
( This is about parents who gave birth to a girl. In many countries like India, people kill their girl child or leave them orphans because they think girls are a burden to society. So this poetry is dedicated to that girl and the trauma that little suffers through is unimaginable)

The Birth
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Why is it so bright in here?
Where am I?
Who are you?
Why are you all looking at me like this?
Is something wrong with me?
Nobody seems to be answering me, maybe they can’t understand me.
I’m so small. Oh! I’m a baby.
Which ones are my mom and dad?
I feel tired, I must sleep.


What do we do with the baby?
It is not our duty
What kind of parents would leave their child like this?
Some truly stone hearted parents, i suppose.
Or
Maybe because she’s a girl.
But, what do we do now?
The world is so cruel out there.
we can’t keep her here.
Give me the answer i ask,
Let her live in peace or die in this hour.




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dear humans

A letter to,

Dear working/earning humans,
I'm sure sometimes
you have some money to spare,
you feel like doing something good,
you feel like putting your money to good use,
you feel like being kind to people.

At those times, what do you do?

Do you donate your spare money,
To Gods in Temples,
Or to well built young men begging on the streets?
I'm sure you do that.

What do you do,
When you're travelling in a train and buy a fruit cake which is being sold at Rs. 40, whereas the MRP is Rs. 35?

You argue that guy, and you don't buy it at Rs. 40.
Because, why let that hard working man have a profit of Rs. 5, when you can donate it to the Temples or those well built young beggars.
Right?

Change begins from home. Change begins from you.

You're the most intelligent species on this Earth.

Act like one!

Regards,
Common Sense.

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