Pritisha Sardesai Poems

My father buried my sister today
My soul burns red with pain
No longer will I touch her face
Or caress her skin again
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My dearest drug friend caught up in your trip,
Holding on tightly but still losing your grip.

My dearest drug friend passed out on the floor,
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I believe that none could love you
quite as deeply as I do;

And yet I often fail to show
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Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselve understand.
Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as nothing has happened.

Behaviour is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels or belives.
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Everyone's life is a picture,
Painted by only one person,

Life itself.
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My brother aged 18,
He's so annoying,
So crazy, he makes me mad,
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In the storm
Stands the white rose
Waves of destruction abound her
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I am love in the face of hate
I am kidness in the face of ridicule
I am strenght in the face of diversity
I am patience in the face of mule
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This poem is dedicated to my eldest brother Col.Parag:
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A blossom in the sun,
a budding growing singularity,
tended everyday with care,
soon to be chosen, and
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