Neha Ghodke Poems

Now, the mirror doesnt reflect me,
The stars brighten with a twinkling glee....
Tears of the dear eye forget to cry on their plight,
The princely sword is doubtful of its might....
...

Holding the bars of a cagy life,
She stares at the contours of the blue space
Those merciless winds just flood her eyes,
Across the finite bondages,
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