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Two Poems By Rehaan Singh

Rehaan Singh writes two poems for Outlook.

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Walking Away

She walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
The lone visage in a faceless cloud; 
A glance of swift disdain hinges upon her brow,
The crowd fades away, then merges back now; 

She walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
The solitary whisper of hope in a hopeless truth avowed; 
She turns back to look at the steadily greying sky,
Which blackens as the day like a crippling fire dies; 

She walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
The only shadow cast on the cold pavement now; 
Like a wind bristling against the chimney smoke,
Her body trembles in the failing warmth of her cloak; 

Still she walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
Forever trapped, trapped in the dark shadow of that crowd.

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On Guilt

Snow creeps into the heavy, slumbering wind, 
The neighbourhood doors lie stone cold and pinned; 
Has Man truly sinned? 
Is there place for this self-inflicted turmoil? For this moral din!
Dreams snap like frail, broken pine twigs, 
The cackling fire dies, as Dusk’s light fades into the pit-less Night’s inky wig; 
Is there place for a sin so spiteful, so hate-filled?
Is life an inevitable realisation of non-existent guilt?

(Rehaan Singh is a grade 12 student to whom poetry is an expression of all that he sees and feels.)

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