Lata Dubey Poems

White, pink, red, orange beams
Coming in a neat succession
I enjoyed sunset at Kanyakumari
In a tranquil meditation
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Joy or pain, hard to reconcile,
My birthday on eighteenth
Gave me a drive to strive incessantly
On the path of glory untiringly
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My son sweet and sound,
A soul quite difficult to found,
With a face pretty and round
And eyes always to astound.
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A child, chubby cheeked, pink in health
Kept moving from lap to lap
In a house of scores,
She grows up by leaps and bounds,
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