Sandhya Suri Biography

When I woke this morning
was told it rained…
I looked out
The skies were grey…
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A lifetime of love
without a selfish thought
every teardropp reads emotions
too moving to explain.
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Strains of music in waves
that gently lap the shore
crash intensely
with the cliff edges;
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Scraps
of words in simplicity
in the spirit of the thoughts it spews.
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(Written for all the pictures of downtrodden kids captured on camera)

Reminders of people forgotten
captured by a flash
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