Poetry

A small shelter, old and free Outdistance to go for thy, Woods in background are deep It is adorable and amazing to keep. Unmoving at the fire place in Seated as the watchers responsibility is, In the presence of night and cold I ought to trapped hither the cottage. The dawn is pleasant the dusk is dark Nightfall is endearing as no one sees, Alone or with sugar here Pleasant the clock reminds to keep. Sight from windowpane sees the other side Lake there I see drives by, With wish to remember until I fly I ought to trapped hither the cottage.                                   — Shantanu Singh

If you think that you existing free In the one whole universe, You do nothing but a sin Thy feeling makes you solitary. Your home makes you mature Much to fight out the difficulty, The day you left all over This is the sin, do you know? Is ocean is blue minus water Is cloud is proper to see less sky, Do you think you better? Without anyone but lonely sky. May you live longer they pray Is the one you acknowledge, The day you thought for self This is the sin, do you know?                      — Shantanu Singh         

The road take me to the town Where I passed my childhood, I used to remember those days Those are very cheerful. Running around the neighborhood Laughing and shouting with Quaker, Gives me a old good feeler Old town road is always remembered. Crayons are to filled emblazon As life to be with friends, Not with foe, I prefer Those are the day of beamish. Making love with sugar and home We all together make it pleasant, The time drives us far long Old town road is always remembered.                                              — Shantanu Singh

They say everything we passed From the time it starts, The all we had light and dark They say the truth these are. Black and white is coloured Remembering when it flashed up, We all should have to believe They say the right are. You collect them in albums To show the coming generation, Feelings are great or dead They say as they are. We may be disappeared from here Photograph will remember all, We die from pain or old They say it all.                                              — Shantanu Singh