indira babbellapati Poems

sometimes confusion laces
the mind and sometimes
visible green dots
float across the puddles
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from a clear morning sky
a crow swooped down
a lazy packet of bisuits
on the parapet wall
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this morning i felt
a part of me fast dying
as another part of me
quickly breathed life...
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the umbilical chord's
severed to let me be
to know my 'self'
and ever since
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they sat there
their eyes seeing far
into the blue sky
and the sea below
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I’ve seen all
I’ve heard all
I’ve absorbed all
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last night
i sat in front of
a heap of tears:
happy tears
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this life is yours
so is the pain
and laughter
loss and gain
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if only flowers spoke
wouldn't each petal
flow as a precious tear
on our cheeks?
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a mother is a mother
what other word can
express the emotion
that wraps this word?
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