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Swati Sinha Poem
Slightly brown, pink and dead
in union with four eyes
Conspired with..
Dream-to vision,Pain-to define
All of this
to create words to impress you...
Only....if it was easy Mom !
It is hard to say if it is real for me..
As daily routine progresses.
I am the same, yet not me
Pretense at best- to say the least.
I look out of window
the park, the runs..
I wish you saw the same.
in solace....
The moon is lit, as if celebrating the silvers
Sent me a note- that life is content
It's the way we see it
Be it scars, or light- our call!
So allow me be Moon for you
Allow me to note your messages
Though far away your soul from me
Yet close enough to feel you breathe.
~Rumi
Copyright © Swati Sinha | Year Posted 2015
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Swati Sinha Poem
Shaking earth, you call me? Can I say, some moment please?
Just had my meal, pretending to sleep
The hustle of life-chants me a lullaby, helping me to forget the lows
This small hut, my modest abode- Made of clay, a part of your life.
It’s trembling now, falling into pieces
I am not asking for more, I know it’s yours- the soil and we mortals both
The air we breathe and the sound of wind- this and more and henceforth
But can’t bear the pain, the fellows cry, how can you show no empathy
Just had my meal, pretending to sleep
Can I say, some moment please?
Copyright © Swati Sinha | Year Posted 2015
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