Richa Sharma Poems

When the pall of darkness falls,
the body sleeps, the mind weeps,
bearing the burden of a shattered dream.
...

Far at the horizon
gold is melting into the blues
giving way to the darkening hues.
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A pane has shattered nearby
very near, it seems.
Somewhere inside.
Maybe.
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This is the road to heaven,
clear and wide
with rows of shady Peepals
and flowering Gulmohars
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