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The Survival guide
The Survival Guide Nest had kept them safe Until the storm raged. The dry leaves no longer dry Rain had found its way through. The tender wings now heavy Wind echoes the frightening sounds Clouds seem to flock the sky Grazing the entire night. Wait is all that remains Believe, a warm Sun will rise…
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Napowrimo2021
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1xdohCjv77bKJAkNdvQEtHjG1_NgcRNUs?usp=sharing
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Monsters under my bed
https://fasihimagazine.com/?p=999960161&fbclid=IwAR1S3QFHNXiAUIuktW2F1CCio2rc5PeyWTFpwjWmEwQGQ5UITgcQ3z6NQNA
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Reborn
Curd waits in the blender Its life is over. A ceremonious end Still cold. Skinned shallots weep Curry leaves sail directionless Green chillies brave the pain silently, Ginger is but shattered. Salt reminds the sore fate And the purpose of life too. To transform self into selflessness Leave a life lived in comfort Whisked to…
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Think of me
One beautiful moment does wonders A single act of love moves worlds Think of me , when i feel lonely Your mind can add space for me. Come and sing with me, for me But never think it as a waste I can give you sweet memories And a heart much proud of me.
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Locked Law
Order! Order! The court hall couldn’t be calmed The gavel sinks in the clamour; unheard. Morphed observations chime in New findings erupt with din. Themis removes the black ribbon She detests the sight! Weighing scales in her hands tilt She drops it! Fairness and wealth stay unbalanced. Her swift sword is rusted By…
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Theirs too
poem written inspired by a news item
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Flames
Published in the Yercaud Poetry Festival 2020 Ignite Poetry Anthology Water! don’t try to put me out I can turn you into vapour invisible Wind! do not try to blow me off I can spread to turn a city into ashes. There is no light and warmth without me Friendship dances in joy around…
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CHRISTMAS GIFT
Judge not a pine tree with its small flowers, yellow nor the needle leaves moist, in the morning’s dew Firs, spruce and cypress trees waited every night for the great gifts laden sleigh, this December too. Eagerly the bigger gifts will be taken soon; smaller ones desperately wait under the tree. The happy faces smile…
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The Vendor
The colourful balloons kept gazing at the sky Does the wide grey cloud make them sigh? There was no wind to let them dance I stood across, away, seeing Him, offering my silence. He was alone, so was I with no man to visit My balloons idled, so did He; the laments did He miss…