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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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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I won't throw that cutlery away
That had slashed your finger
Mercilessly
Souvenir it stands
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The least i can associate

My nurturing with
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Hand as big as yours

Could ever break me down
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I could've strolled much longer

Lingered my departure
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Worthy of being written

doesn't mean it can be
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Let the universe bestow
My 'self' won't be sold
Be in dreams it flourish
Let it fed by hope
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One will be amazed
To see the magic in you
If you have really chased
The thoughts which are true
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