Yes, I was afraid of her
Yes, I was afraid of her beliefs, faith
Yes, I was afraid of her sanity
Too fragile… too delicate…
NilavroNill Shoovro, a renowned poet and author from India, shares his poetry
NilavroNill Shoovro, hailing from India, is the author of the poetry collections “Unsigned Epitaph” and “Nude Melodies”, and also the founding editor of the monthly web journal “Our Poetry Archive”. His poems have been translated in Russian, Romanian, Hungarian, Italian, French, Spanish, German, Polish, Greek, Serbian, Macedonian, Swedish, Portuguese, Albanian, Armenian, Azerbaijani and many other European and Asian languages. Published in various poetry anthologies and journals as well as in websites. Loves to write poems, usually writes essays and articles on various social topics covering burning issues of the present time. His main area of interest is philosophy literature and international affairs.
Too Fragile Too Delicate
Too Fragile Too DelicateShe told me about you
Once, sitting alone
Spreading her legs around
She believed everything
About you and wished
To meet you in her nights
Every night she prayed
Silently, with eyes closed
Lightning up all her faith
And she told me your stories
All she knew and imagined
To make you larger than life
And she thought you knew her
You knew everything about her
She thought, you loved her too
She even told me once, you’ll
Remain with her forever
Even if doubts overpower her
All the time I remained silent
Watching her moves, her works
Her smiles, pains and agonies
As she dedicated everything
She loved, to you alone
Even surrendering her pride!
Waiting for you in her dream
Waiting for you in her love
Waiting for you in her pains
So, I never told her about you
Your secrets, your truths
Even that you never knew her
I never argued with her
I never hurt her feelings
I never touched upon the subject!
I knew she wouldn’t believe me
I knew she’ll never forgive me
I knew she couldn’t bear the truth
All she wished, to meet you once
All she wished, to listen your words
All she wished, to feel your love
Yes, I was afraid of her
Yes, I was afraid of her beliefs, faith
Yes, I was afraid of her sanity
Too fragile… too delicate…
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The Meek One
I know I’m dying like~
The decaying dead bodies
Beneath the peace treatise
I know I can never survive
I have only a heart to bleed,
A heart to suffer for love
I know my words will disappear
Like the lights of dead stars
Under the threats of the rulers
Even history will never weep
Remembering my story, my words
New corpse will follow the old
Human follies have no limits
Even God remains helpless
But to witness the massacres
It is hard to believe my words
Than to follow the scriptures
Believing anything instead’ the truth
But what about Him? The Almighty!
Does He believe too, those scriptures
Defenseless to save the innocents!
The Almighty, the Omnipresent
The Divine, the Eternal, the Supreme
The Witness, the powerless, the meek One!
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It Was About Him
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He was waiting for generations
He tried hard for millenniums
He hoped to evolve around
The minds and the souls
To incarnate everyday
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I was following Him since long
Like air water fire and earth
I was following Him
From the cradle to the grave, like
The lost shadows forgotten long
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He himself believed the prophets
He, even tried out every ritual
He followed the leaders, the writers
The singers, the composers, the poets
He followed both scriptures and manifestoes
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I have seen Him in the lost battlefields
I have seen Him with the revolutionaries
I have seen Him among the dead bodies
I have seen Him to be defeated by the evils
I have seen Him crying aloud in despairs
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He knew, He was too feeble, too weak
He knew, He was too lonely, too alone
He knew, He was too idealist, too innocent
He had neither the strength nor the knowledge
He had neither the tools nor the instruments
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I know, He would still try hard for success
I know, He would still wait for the others
I know, He would still dream to evolve
Around the minds around the souls
To incarnate every second!
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