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Earth’s Dance
( 2024) Morning glories yearn to dance Gentle breeze never letting to lift Their tender feet off the ground parched; longing for droplets of rain. Muddy road next, bears messy marks Of feet that had danced, ornamented with anklets billed a price much less than the water precious, scarce inside the colourful bucket flowers unable…
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Winterful Whispers
poems written for the anthology in 2023 WARMTH There should be reasons to bring warmth into the hearts with feelings cold. Corners of blankets shift to let in the aroma of hot coffee brewing. Doors prefer to remain shut to keep the chill in the wind out. They try to preserve the tepidity of interiors,…
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Hero
Real heroes Turn back never Not to look behind To see and smile wide Nor wait for golden dust To shower on the foot prints Left on the rugged road They had traversed. Real heroes Rest not themselves On the cozy armchair Talking at length, their stories For the channel show. Never are they making…
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Auburn Ambrosia anthology(2024)
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Presence of Absence Art Show
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mystery that is mind
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poems from the poetry chain
1 Mind may not heed Wants no advice On what it should think. Some stupid thoughts Some serious ones That can make the usual life Flow off course Trying to meet the unusual. Among leaves it searches for Hidden mangoes ripe Moonstones it tries to find Amidst ordinary pebbles. Then Mind makes a great discovery…
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The Eternal Mahatma
The Eternal Mahatma (Gandhian Philosophy) by Sherin Mary Zacharia published in Setu bilingual magazine in november 2023 The world seeks a fine thread to string together, the diverse beads. A unique story is there to lead for his nation’s freedom it did plead. Keeping his strategies to become a model unprecedented, unheard of, a bloodless…
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Mithramaya and me
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PINK PETALS
https://www.thewiseowl.art/sherinmary-zacharia?fbclid=IwAR139952pgXen9dMujMDbiaeGKhc9TtixecPMBjduMZfrqXoeL87S6IVXj4 Pink petals Water hesitates to come in fears the merciless sun will soon turn her into vapour. Breeze too busy to pause spend some time here whirling the island has little news to share. Pain filled the pink bright flower the lonely blossom on the lonely island. Shrubs invited no birds or bees Thorns…