Josh Pampam
- Musings
The Door
Go and open the door. Maybe there’s A feather, a fur or a flesh Under The charcoal sky. Go and…
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Growing Up
A sapling, Is close to getting leaves: Combating the wind, Quarreling the heat, Dancing to birds’ thrill, Enduring the strokes…
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Remind Me
If I become an eagle, That dines after noon With stars and moon. Before I sees people, Like insects Remind…
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No One Like Her
I’d seen houses Built like the rainbow Sitting in cloud; I haven’t see one like the Eyries. I’d seen birds…
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He Must Be A Poet
Rhythms hidden Amidst sentences, Are flowing Like a flood, Passing by the yard. Dictions used in Moulding the fiction, And…
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Street Child
Here we are— Eating crust, that Fell from the sky, Like a dog— Eating crumbs from the master’s table. With…
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