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The Thief

She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove. Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood. Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world. Rain drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle. The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom. When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised. Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night. When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders. Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner. The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name. Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room. Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved. Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath. Her questions were unanswered Her screams were unheard Her jokes were uncelebrated Her pains were unattended. Slowly, Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words. Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love. Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings. That innocent soul who was once called a thief, Now stole a million hearts with her ink.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/17/2019 6:04:00 AM
Powerful piece, nicely done, congratulations on POTW!
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Date: 3/12/2019 3:17:00 AM
Wow this is impressive Swetha! This story pulled me in with my full attention throughout! You ended it superbly! Truly a wonderful piece! Congratulations on having it deservedly honored with POTW! ; )
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Date: 3/11/2019 1:24:00 PM
WoW! Swetha, You've penned such a well written poem. Did you she become renowned author/ poet? Your pen is remarkable. Congratulations on getting the poem of the week. It was well deserved:-) Alexis
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Date: 3/11/2019 1:14:00 PM
Swetha, I enjoyed this well done poem. I see congratulations are in order for Poem Of The Week. Hugs Eve ~`*
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Date: 3/11/2019 8:07:00 AM
Simply wonderful write. Congratulations on POTW Swetha! :) xomo
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Date: 3/10/2019 10:25:00 AM
All the honored poems are not "well deserved," but this one definitely is. Congratulations!
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Date: 3/10/2019 7:34:00 AM
Congrats Swetha on POTW. Tom.
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Date: 3/5/2019 4:12:00 AM
This appealed to me in as soulful way that my heart understood, and my mind could barely comprehend. Breathtaking, Swetha. Truly a wonderful poem, now on my FAV list.
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 3/5/2019 6:04:00 AM
Very glad that you liked it Caren .. thanks a lot :)
Date: 3/3/2019 9:27:00 PM
Breathtaking story, Swetha...your mind is a treasure!
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 3/4/2019 12:17:00 AM
That means a lot. Thank you so much James :)
Date: 3/3/2019 11:53:00 AM
The ugly duckling, now a beautiful swan! Tender and touching, Swetha. :) gw
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 3/4/2019 12:15:00 AM
Your comparision is so apt.. but i would like to add to it. The duckling was not ugly Gershon. People made her feel so :(
Date: 3/3/2019 11:07:00 AM
What insight you have!
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 3/4/2019 12:12:00 AM
Thanks a lot :)
Date: 3/3/2019 7:18:00 AM
Awesome ending to your poem! I enjoyed reading about her transformation. A touching write...very well penned, Swetha.
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 3/4/2019 12:11:00 AM
Thank you so much :)