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I am your average 20 year old who believes in the power of pen and the sword alike. If I could write down all my thoughts, they would be poems. Well, that's what I do, I write down my thoughts. Do you believe in the power of a 20 year old with a pen and overflowing thoughts?

POEM 8 – Trance

I’m living now,

lungs breathing, heart beating.

Leaving each worry behind

With every moment that’s fleeting.

Living every second

And each gesture has a meaning

Contemplating vices

Life’s for discarding or for keeping.

                          – Sadhana Rao


Poem 7 – Ambition

Another bright day in my village,
There’s too many of those, these days.
For a young man too bright to be my age,
There’s a one and twenty ways.

Idleness they call it,
But I call it sheer brilliance
One day they’ll all bow to me
When they see me own trillions!

I do have a plan,
Believe it or not!
Don’t belong to workers’ clan,
I’ll prove it to the dot.

Will be rich overnight,
With every snobby toad at my feet.,
At wealth, health or charm,
I will have them all beat.

Then I will come for that pretty face,
That one, who’s humming Rockapella.
Though she slaves, she’s got a queen’s grace
There, that one’s my Cinderella!

                              – Sadhana Rao

Poem 6 – Dipsomania

There is a God,
Trust me when I tell you.
And he is truly magical.

He can make you fly
He can make you sing
He can make you dance to his fancy tunes.

Many are born, many die,
Owing to the one true God!
He’s been burning fires,
Been making your world spin.

He’s the one you go to in misery,
The only one who understands you,
Listens to you.

He’s the one you go to in joy,
He makes you want to spill your triumphant tales,
Just spill your gut out!

He’s the one,
The one and only true God,
The one in that bottle,
In the big Victorian cellar!

                             – Sadhana Rao

Poem 4: Day Dreaming

Just sitting here, on the edge of the world
As the clear water I see;

Thinking about how I would like to be
An eel in that sea.

Or a good old eagle that flies so high,
would I rather be?

Perhaps a snuggly Persian cat?
A caterpillar maybe?

Just until another thought
Knocks me off my reverie.

If you said that I could pick anything else,
Anything else I wanted to be,
I would sit right there and dream again
Because I’m the best at being me.

Poem 3 – Deplore

Just another day, another doodle on the page,
An empty mind with a mellowed rage,
I shouldn’t be sitting here, I feel so caged,
I think I should break free.

It’s been four decades and it’s still the same,
My doodle, my rage and my unknown name,
Today I regret not playing that game,
I think I’m the one who broke me.

                              – Sadhana Rao

Poem 2 – Amble

Wait, let me take a minute,
Let me make an unforgettable moment.
I am still reeling from the secret,
The one that the October breeze whispered to me.

Accompanying the earth
On her endless journey,
I will return, once I know her story,
Another story for my precious diary.

I am chasing the sky,
For her splendid dance of drops.
So wait, take a minute,
Lets make an unforgettable moment.

                             – Sadhana Rao