neha sharma Poems

I’m proud to be your daughter

A dream,
No, not a dream,
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Dry, cracked land,
Awaiting the arrival of its final redemption.
His brow wet with sweat,
He wipes every now and then,
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The good wins,
On the day when there is an end of all sins.
The evil is fragile,
It can’t walk independently for even a mile.
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Echo

The world is making a call,
It is time we listen to the call,
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BEING SIBLINGS

Is it a dream,
Or a hallucination,
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MOTHER EARTH

You trampled on me with your thorny shoes,
You made me go through various woes.
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O Lord! cannot these borders vanish?
till when we would fry each other like a fish.
I want all countries to be united,
can’t a candle of peace be lighted?
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I recall the days of yore,

Layette you bought,
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Just be a go-getter,
Make rough weather better.
Don’t repeat mistakes you have done,
You get shelter after burning in sun.
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The Red Letter Day

That day of 1947,
The end of suzerainty,
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