Nidhi Sharma Poems

If death could excuse
the little errors of life
then how come
most human heart engage in remorse
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O mother, do you realise that
I have never been a lover of isolation
Nor am I a good cook.
In fear of the nameless silence
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The world is busy with better wars
But my head collapses for one.
Migraine oust all the shades of comfort
Acknowledge its image for fostering none.
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