Best Poem of Priyaranjan Ojha

A Scene From The Street
While returning from college
I stopped at the mob,
I saw a puppy
Yelling middle on the street,
With blood-drain from its head;
Overburdening the ambience
In pathetic groan.
There was no dearth of curious people.
But hardly anyone did anything!
Two other dogs were also there,
One . . .
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Bird sings to enhance the beauty
Of the milieu,
Mist takes forms to become dew.

Sun shines to brighten the Universe,
Glacier melts to beget the rivers.

Moon radiates to flourish moonlight,
Fountain falls to boost typical sight.

Bay creates ripples to express its
Inner strifes . . .
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