Monita Soni

Do tell me
My friend

What is it you hide
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She suddenly stood up
In the middle of the workshop
Her stuttering tongue
Clickety clack in her head
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A sudden burst of energy
A galley of girls
In cute skirts
Short shorts
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She bathes at daybreak
Dons cheery floral prints
Face aglow
With a dab of Vanilla lace
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On my daughter's twenty second birthday
I woke up rested
My aching muscles needing
the sleep
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There is always a balance in her bouquet
She is Mrs. Perfect
Well turned out and decollette
Her outfits are crease-free
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Let’s cut the cake
Let’s cut the cake

We will
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Forty nine years
shimmer and shake
In memory's flickering light
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I walk out
Of the glass doors
Still sipping
The coffee cup
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When I look back
With a wry smile on those days
In grade school, when the teacher
Would pull me back into the room
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Debbie D

Very pretty
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The sweet sound of you laughing
Is like a cup of mocha with a double shot of happy......
Warmth lingering in my throat.....my heart....my being
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Seriously don’t be silly
It’s symbolic this illusion
Of love and delusion
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You came
You sat
You ate
You glanced at the mail
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A crisp fall morning
Follows the glorious
Historic Tuesday night
The night of prayers
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Age? What is? Is!


Many big smiles have
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Where is she?

That gentle sprite
Clean and white
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What do I want……?

Do I know?
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The cool breeze
Dances into my room
With memories
Of sweet kisses
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It was a beautiful day
In mid May
Stolen from the Geetanjali
Or Mid summer nights dream
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