Anagha Kargutkar Shukla Poems

It all began with the tales he told.
Gosh, how he bewitched our five year old!

A treasury of Roald Dahl tales we gifted.
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When you hold my hand

I hold it back.
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Words fill up the room.

From the floor to the ceiling from wall to wall.
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I run with the baton of life in hand.
I run come rain or shine, wind or snow;
I run like there’s no tomorrow, for today.
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