Collection of Short Poems

The Scent of Nationalism is brewing among my fellow countrymen As I pass along the familiar streets  The houses of stone and gravel, Busy markets and noisy stores, High apartments and mansions, I see them decorated in the Color of Tri Waving above gracefully In the skies of warm blue, Tied across a gentle flagstaff Ever wavering in the evening breeze. As I think to myself, The flags Raised Whether by pride or by compulsion And whether it is just an Act Or true Patriotism, it does not matter As long as people forget their differences And come along in this aura of oneness The community and the nation become one. This is the Scent I breathe as I pass along the familiar streets. - Roopesh Kumar

If I was a star, I would sparkle and shine If I was a light, I would travel to the darkest of places If I was a mountain, will proudly stand by my ground If I was a river, will swiftly flow across the banks. If I was an eagle, I would fly all day If I was an swan, I would swim in fresh ponds If I was a flower, I wish to be decorated before I fade If I was a seashell, I wish to lie on the warm beaches. If I was love, I would love every person  If I was a heart, I would fill myself with compassion  If I was a song, I desire to be everlasting But I am me, and I am grateful for everything. - Roopesh Kumar

When the hollow ground consumes me whole To the far fiery depths I fall, The flames burn my flesh and bones. When all that is left is pain. I rise like a Phoenix and glide, To the heavens above, my pale wings soar. Renouncing the fire and pain Above I fly, from the ashes of grief. I rise like a Phoniex and smile, Leaving all the worries and brood. Swiftly above I waft, making everyone around, be merry and laugh. For I will always fly back where my destiny lies. - Roopesh Kumar