Vrunda Shankara Poems

There is...
Nothing....more poetic...
Than a...
Fully grown...
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The afternoon is warm,
Sun is at its brightest,
The warm breeze,
Caress my skin.
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In the dead silence....
Of the dark summer night...
A lilting ballad unfolds...
As little raindrops....
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Deep into the night...
As I toss& turn...
Sleep seems to be distant...
My thoughts...
...

A Quiet summer morning,
Getting warmer by the day,
As I peep outside,
I see no song bird,
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A hunch....
An intuition....
A suspicion...
A sense...
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Life is like
Seasons....
Sometimes....
Windy...
...

Often.....
At dusk....
As sky gets darker...
As the birds fly back home....
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On a hot day....
In month of May....
As a warm...
Wind blows...
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From here
To there...
A pink blossom
A yellow blossom
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