Aparna Cyriac Poems

She tried.
And made the hoops from willows to wove those magical webs.
Wrapped the hoop with suede lacing.
The string was woven onto the hoop.
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She was a girl of little importance..

She was not a damsel or a princess.
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Blankness engulfs me
The thought of being dumb
Decision pending...
Grab my hand
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'Happy Women's Day '
Those three words
transformed her.
It changed her imperfections
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