Sharad Rajimwale Poems

Let me be a drop of water
sitting on the edge of a green leaf
complete in itself- -
well-rounded, transparent
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Hopes do not grow on trees
Hopes grow on you and me
like blossoms that need
nurturing- - - -
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The skirt she wore is black
with large pink spots

The pink left its dark country
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I cut my finger while sharpening the pencil.
I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.
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Death sanctifies everything.
Eyes are washed by
hot unshed tears
Hearts are wrung with grief
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The Rose that swayed
in cool breezes
and wantoned with birds
and butterflies
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An old woman, bent at the waist
trundles through driving snow
seeking a bridge
to the stars, - - - far, far above....
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Once words were healers
and I thought all my woes turned into blossoms
under the nectar shower.
Carefully crafted words used to build a radiant
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I sit on the slope of the bank
and I look at the boat
its half under shivering water
Green weed-filled water fills it
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I was writing my story,
thinking, I could give it the shape I desired
the twists were fascinating
and the turns mind-boggling!
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