Reshma Ramesh Poems

And then there is you
like slumber in the morning
like spring in winter
like a bird in flight
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As you sleep
and you turn around
wrap your
tiny arms around
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Darling you and me
as we sit,
in the cold November
wind,
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And I grabbed a handful of his cloud
Stuffed into my empty pocket and hopped
The November evening didn’t give me away
I was pleased
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On the mud walls
The ants climb
Mountains scaled
Only one feet
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In the hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise
the breeze silent like it is asleep
like the hush in a toddler’s cradle
quiet is the approaching afternoon
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I wake up from deep slumber
To little hands caressing
My cheeks, I peer, half open
Eyes which he shuts with his
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