Seshendra Sharma Poems

There may be many stones,
Yet there is only one stone
Which measures distances
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Is the flower the Archbishop of a cathedral
Called tree?

Squirrels, birds and insects visit
Its branches like compelled consciences
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Like a dove
Night alighted
On my heart
I wiped away
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Who is flying the flag?You say it is the wind. I say it is the hand. But history says it is both.
When I consider my country's history, a great mother appears before me, leading me, by my hand
When I consider the plight of my nation, millions of wingless birds confront me imploring me to extend my strong hand of help.
Here, the children are carrying the weight of the whole earth on their slender necks.
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Sun in the trees sun in the clouds
Sun in the waters,
Sun in The inner sky,
Sun in the outer sky
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The crescent
Wept, wept and then waned,
Bricks are sleeping in the walls
Street lamps
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Roads of your looks have no end, but
Your eye are not birds which migrated to other lands.
If you lift your eyes, the whole street rises to the skies,
if you drop them, the street drops to the earth, Friend fix your sight
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In the shade spread by the tree
A
Tiny bush is standing,
Such gentle little thing;
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Coming from somewhere as I stepped into this world, it gave
me a name unasked. From then on, all the steps I have made carrying
the weight of all my pleasures and pains are the faltering steps in
quest of an expression - a journey of mine to find a name for
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A procession
Of
Flags of sun
In the hands
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