English Poetry : Gurdeep Singh Mann

ਅੰਗ੍ਰੇਜ਼ੀ ਕਵਿਤਾਵਾਂ : ਗੁਰਦੀਪ ਸਿੰਘ ਮਾਨ

Grow grow

Grow grow grow your hairs Gently touch the breeze Enemy enemy enemy enemy Stay inside the crease Stay inside the crease Don’t don’t don’t you dare Going out the crease Once you went there You will catch disease You will catch disease O you will catch disease.

The pink slip

The platform That gave me grains and fame Four six long years Is drenched in drain Down with pain With fears and tears All in vain My soul still Singing there Again and again For my pals and peers !!! Its crystal recalls Giving reminders of Monday presentation Hits and misses Stories and spots Fight for beat Morning evening meetings REs’ greetings But the flow of time Is writing loose story Desk says sorry It has natural mistakes And deadline is over But God says It’s page one lead Testing Times HARMATTAN TIMES... !!!

Sweet face

Every day I see so sweet a face Always ready to race Forcing everyone to chase While learning her phrase I fail to trace Stress in any case On her visage She is called Ace In my family base Full of grace Anhad is her name My sweetie my fame...!!!


Press a door bell Death bell rings Then !!! Virus says why you rush ? When you have a house plush ! You slip out with my simple trick Now you land in tight grip I am tiny but will crush Without a blush !!! Can’t you see What I did on earth ? Check the number of rising death ? Everywhere my cases fresh Oh I forgot one thing less Famous people are in mess Like a game of chess Where I am is nobody’s guess Getting me off is simple math! Don’t tell anyone for ample bath One more bait it’s not hate Open your doors, if you are great. !!! Open your doors, if you are great. !!!

O yeah

O yeah!!! She is a toy ! My bundle of joy I replied when someone said Why you make her jump Up in the air All alone without wings? She is not a toy. Yes she is A very expensive one Which is gifted After a boy Weighing equal to my life I make her laugh Never let her cry No chance of coy Up in the air is risky But chaos for fly Is normal for spider It’s ancestral joy.


It wakes me up Even in deepest sleep Morning alarm is siren Not beep Riding bicycle A simple need To meet Friends indeed Legs are stretched like wings To gain speed Like a caged bird Just freed Can’t tell how I feel Burning fat is big deal Avoiding the highway Slip road is better Where we chatter, have tea Distance, No matter We go full throttle Only with water No BEER No BOTTLE...!

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