Natasha Sharma Biography

I must not write a diary,
For then somebody will know;
I will speak of you in my poems,
Where, with rhyme, love will flow.
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Elusive are the spaces where peace rests,
What has Man gained after his troubled quests!
He burned the World he set out to revive,
Nobody wins a war, some just survive.
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If I close my eyes, the night won’t be gone;
Deep in the woods, there will be no dawn;
I have journeyed far to lose you to the world,
With memories that often break into a song.
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If I were Water,
I would wash you up on the shores of the past;
Where memories would fly by- some slow, some fast;
Alas! I am but me,
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If only I could see you again,

Love would be such a sweet pain;
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