Nivedita Dutta Poems

The poem is not about you
Though it carries with itself
The first letter in your name
Is the point of its origin
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To know what was beyond sea was their craze
The craze made them start their voyage
Thinking that this voyage might be their last
They carried with them the memories of the past
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I won't throw that cutlery away
That had slashed your finger
Mercilessly
Souvenir it stands
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Don’t cry if you ever fall in the mud
For every flower once was a bud
It would’ve taken time for a tree to reach its peak
Woodpecker too at first would have failed to use his beak
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The day when my present will have no significance over my past
I would be remembered for what I was
No time would be left to repent for my flaws
Would be the day when my soul will cease it’s fast
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For being slow I have paid the price
I know how your heart throbs when it cries
Why the seats are vacant I know
For I was no good at it only slow
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Like an oasis in a desert
They are scarce in this earth
Puts a scar in my heart
My longing for their presence
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A gift of god I was never blessed with
You are lucky enough to have
Experienced it till adolescence
Which I lost at a tender age
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 When you are no more to say no
Why am i still afraid to do so
There is no possibility of getting caught
Still my heart is saying do not
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Summers are growing more hotter
Inspite of rains there is no water
Waiting  for the ocean to get filled
A bird has passed away, her wish unfulfilled
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