Conversation with my own self

O my stupid fellow

I'm just few furlongs away

From my happiness,

There is a poetic dove

Perches inside me.

I'll write there

What I'm feeling

And also the stolen moment

Of the peaceful surrounding.

I want to sail

A solid drop of my thought

To make ocean of

My very own deeds,

I want to pat

On the back of air

To spread my vision

So imagery and clear,

O my stupid fellow

My very own heart

Let me carve

Tomorrow

On today's horizon

To unlock the door of happiness

I exhausted totally

Want to skip harsh today

Want to forget painful past.

Pradyumn, why are you Pradyumn?

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You could be the other one

Alas! still you are Pradyumn.

We all know that you're no more

But your silence is screaming so far.

You're wriggling every time to be free.

All universe was yours

Yet you fought alone.

Not only you were defeated by tyranny, 

It's a collapse of humanity.

When the brutal hands were getting close to you, 

Compassion got faint.

You were squeezed thoroughly,

Sentiments are feeling your suffocation.

Poor destiny took you away from us.

But you would still live 

in every words craved on hearts.

Your pain would be acidifying us

In centuries.

We would die every moment

For the sake of humanity,

Why couldn't we save you from rascal?

Your pious soul will question to us

'Was it my sin to be Pradyumn?'