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Best Poems Written by Sima Mittal

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The White Tiger

White with wonder, I stay locked
When it thunders, I lay shocked!

People all around me flocked,
But everyday I fell mocked!

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Sunflowers and Bougainvillea

Sunflowers are black and yellow
You’re a damn cute fellow
Our hands intertwined on the cello
With you, I want to sing the Sh-ha-shallow

Bougainvillea are purple and pink
Let me take you out for a drink
Together our glasses will clink
Oh, you make my heart sink!

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These Tiny Hands, Black and White Hands

These tiny hands. Black and White hands twirl. Vibrant palms ripple the Flower-land. Dancing onto the rainbowous piano. Music permeates the thirsty airs. Notes float upon the multi-hued keys –

Red 
Orange 
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet.

Black and White Hands on colorful keys. Magical hands whirling into aural anthems. Fists and fingers allure the dry, solid airs.

A melodic tune touches the soul of each flower. Turn by turn their chemistry churns. Juicing the chords of the roots in the damp soil. The stems curl and stretch calligraphing into clefs and altos. Petals strike classical beats. The rhythms of nature are awakened.

The fragrances of Roses lead the choir. Then play the violinic tune of Lavenders.
Gradually follows the oboe sounding waves of Jasmines. Then tumble into the song, the harmonious vibrations of Violets. The Magnolias infuse their trumpeting energies. The flow has begun.

Roses
Lavenders
Jasmines
Violets
Magnolias
Lilies
Chocolate Cosmos.

All shades and tones of lyrical perfumes tie Flower-land into a charming, irresistible atmospheric bouquet.

These tiny hands. The phenomenal fists decorate the spectrums of Flower-land. These black and white hands. These multi-coloured keys. These fragrances now adorn the dry airs and garland them with their musical aromas.

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The Abuse

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I lay wrinkled and knotted, trying to iron my crumpled self...
Vibrating with those ugly, gruesome resonances, I relive those horrors each day.

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I walk yet I feel crippled...................
I can see my inner self but why do I feel blind.............
I can hear my internal sobs, but deafness seems like myself...................
I am not dumb but where my laughter is lost, I am not sure.................

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
What was it that caused this ABUSE, I try to reason out?
Perhaps my silly heart or my funny face..............
Maybe my ugly hand or my miserable mind..................

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
It was the depth of that ABUSE that set my soul to choke into breathlessness!

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!

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The Chocolate

The Chocolate!

She is a deliciously smart gal,
For each and everyone's her pal.
Be it in the brownie or cake,
Or the icy cold milk shake.
She sure can change everyone's morale!

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Peacock

Peacock
Beautiful Blue
Dancing Fanning  Feathering
Dainty, Pretty, Proud, Precious
Bird

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Mummy Tummy

There was this enormous Mummy
Who loved to eat foods that were Yummy
She would eat and eat lots of Jelly
Which gave her a big, big Belly
And that was the Mummy with the fattest Tummy!

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Sunflower

Sunflower
Yellow Black-seeded
Soaking Shimmering Sun
Serenity Showing Sturdy Sensitivity
Plant

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The African Beauty- Giraffe

Giraffe
Tall, Spotty-Brown
Chewing Leafy Trees
Animal Dignity In Motion
African-Beauty

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Why Does It Have To Be , Abcd and Not Wxyz

Zooming at the very end
Yelling around I find my way
Xtremely touchy and tearful
Why does it always have to be
                      ABCD and not WXYZ!