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Nandini Mishra Poem
My human diary...
The one, on whose chronicles I write my story,
The reason of my smile and all that glory
My personal reservoir of memories
Who even keeps the count of my calories
My all time bestest friend
The one in whom my joy, laughter, pain, cry, everything is penned
Is always there to celebrate my success,
There to handle me, when I am a mess
My unparalleled stress Buster,
And my everlasting reminiscence cluster
The one to scold me, whenever I do blunders,
The innocent victim of all my thunders
Never ever tired of listening to me,
Hey! Listen naa.. i miss thee..
In you, I find a second self,
Just me, some distance apart from myself
It’s my confidential, my human diary
My kinda gratitude to my perpetual bunch of inquiry
Copyright © Nandini Mishra | Year Posted 2021
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Nandini Mishra Poem
Mirror, Oh! mirror on the wall
She used to see you, since she was small
You still look shiny and limpid
The same glit edged And placid
The little sweet Lassie is now misplaced
That pure smile of hers has escaped...
Now she lies On the Devanport
Always weary and in dort
Tired of the conjectures of the society
Tears rolling down her cheek in anxiety
Her strikingly handle eyes
Has swapped with the deep eyebags that lies
But it’s not the true self of hers
She is actually as the blossom of furze
The one with tender soul and heart
The most beautiful example of God’s art...
Copyright © Nandini Mishra | Year Posted 2021
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