Lettered Musings

By Aaryan Raj Rathi

Thoughts, experiences, incidents, memories . . . These continuously flow in and out of ones mind. These dont leave until you give them justice. And often, a writer wants to give them a shape. A paper and a pen help crystallize the emotions, feelings, and imaginations. It is often a way to talk to and hear oneself in the midst of all the cacophony.

This book is a collection of poems that maps a journey of various thoughts Aaryan Raj Rathi has had over the years, what they signified to him, and how he envisioned them.

This is a key to his heart, mind, and soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Oct 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543701296

Aaryan Raj Rathi

They say if you speak from your heart, you speak the truth, unforgiving and unabridged. These poems are like notes from a soul: they speak not as a form of literature, but as a form of self-expression, they put in words, the abstract imagination that the author possesses.

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Feelings

and

Emotions

The Uniform

Based on Indian women in armed forces

And we march abreast

With pride in our chest

As we raise our arms to the sky

I vow to hold my country high

I shall tell the world better

That a woman can be braver and stronger

For her country, bear any strife

And ready to sacrifice even her life

The Lord bestowed on me to bear a birth

The pain of battle wounds can only be a third

For my country’s honour, shall I nurture

These scars – my real medals forever

I have no doubt, I am brave

My country’s glory is all that I crave

Never shall I let my country down

Ever ready to fight for its pride and crown

I feel a bond, growing stronger every day

The love for my country, its people, sky, water and clay

I want to go to battlefield for my country’s honour

And change the course of history, forever!

The glistening badge

And the polished boots

The uniform of honor

Inspires a life full of valour

I am no less than a man

I can do all he can

I have all of it in me

But how can I show it to the world,

If my own people don’t let me free…

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The Poor Boy

This boy seemed poor and dirty

His clothes were patched and dusty

His feet were bare and blistered

His hands were soiled and callused

He stood in a street in a shadowy glade

He feared to be seen and flayed

He was at the rich people’s side

That is why he had to hide

But curiosity got the better of