Shruti Fadte Poems

Along the roadside as I go,
I peep through the houses in a row.
In which one appears strange;
As if it has undergone many times a change.
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Always in my dream I see,
The magic of nature and skies so free,
The world of flowers bloom around me,
When you are near, beholding me.
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When the world was joyful and was glad
There was a thing that made me sad
What’s the reason for it, I know not
But in the trap of problems I am caught
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With the first ray of the dawn
I gazed at the origin,
A river had originated there, said the folks
But to me, it seemed an illusion.
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