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Devangi Mukherjee Poem
when love was scarce and bitter-spun,
i craved the warmth of anyone.
no silver spoons, no golden light —
just hungry hands that learned to fight.
i licked the steel of sharpened lies,
and swallowed tears in my disguise.
the blades that cut, the wounds they made —
became the price my heart had paid.
yet still, i sought what stars conceal —
a fragile hope that dared to heal.
through shadows deep and echoed cries,
i found the truth in shattered skies.
love is not kind to those who crawl,
it tempts, it breaks, it takes it all.
but in the dark, i found my name —
and rose unburned from blackened flame.
Copyright © Devangi Mukherjee | Year Posted 2025
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Devangi Mukherjee Poem
She learned to walk beneath his gaze,
Through stumbling steps and sunny days.
His hands held hers, both small and wide —
A fortress built where dreams reside.
He traced the sky to teach her stars,
Named every light from Earth to Mars.
And when her fears would start to grow,
He’d whisper words she’d always know.
A father’s love needs no grand show —
It’s in the places shadows grow.
A call at night, a steady hand —
A quiet strength that helps her stand.
She blooms like springtime, wild and free,
But roots remain beneath the tree.
Through storms and calm, her heart can see —
He’ll always be her certainty.
And though one day she’ll find her wings,
He’ll smile at all her wanderings.
For in her laughter, fierce and bright —
He lives within her endless light.
Copyright © Devangi Mukherjee | Year Posted 2025
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Devangi Mukherjee Poem
She was not born in gilded light,
No tender touch to soothe the night.
The world she knew was cracked and cold —
A thousand truths she never told.
She learned to roar before she spoke,
From chains of fear, her spirit broke.
No silver spoon, no soft embrace —
Just sharpened claws and burning grace.
They called her wild, they called her wrong —
But shadows made her fierce and strong.
She licked the wounds that others gave,
And carved her name from what they paved.
The lioness does not retreat —
She bears the scars, she claims defeat.
Yet still she rises, fierce and free —
A queen who owns her destiny.
For love was never fed with ease,
It hid between the jagged seas.
But now she rules where fear once lay —
The lioness has found her way.
Copyright © Devangi Mukherjee | Year Posted 2025
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Devangi Mukherjee Poem
She looks at him, the world grows still —
A trembling hush, a quiet thrill.
He looks at her, and in his eyes,
The sun forever seems to rise.
No words are said, yet hearts collide —
A thousand secrets lie inside.
She feels his joy, he knows her pain —
Two souls that echo, loss and gain.
Like rivers rushing to the sea,
They meet and find their destiny.
No chains of doubt, no fear to prove —
Just boundless trust, a perfect groove.
He loves her laugh, the light it brings —
The way she weaves through tender things.
She loves the calm he wears like skin —
The storms that cease when she’s with him.
They are the spark, they are the flame —
Yet neither fights to win the game.
For love that’s true knows no demand —
It’s hearts entwined, a steady hand.
And in that gaze, they understand —
No need for words, no grandstand plan.
For what they share, no end in sight —
Two stars that burn with equal light.
Copyright © Devangi Mukherjee | Year Posted 2025
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