Sadhana Mishra Poems

I know not who you are; does it matter the least?
The curtain veils ur entity, or does it?
The palpable, tangible fragrance, has smothered the walls.
As i stand here fragile, your presence is strengthed.
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The last rays of sun salute the fields;
the vermillion is splashed on the forehead.
Strings of feathers fly away,
towards the hidden, heavy shade.
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This moment; in my hands,
-the smell of the burning wood.
-the taste of the wet soil,
-the color of the dew drops,
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संवाद- वो संदेश जो कहने वाला, सुनने वाले तक पहुंचा पाए।
यही परिभाषा बचपन में बतलाई गई थी।
खतो, आमुख और दूरभाष है कुछ साधन,
और इनकी परिधि भी समझाई गई थी।
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