sharmila Ranade Poems

There was a home
A home of a sort
Which held a generation of stories in its heart.
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The long, lonely, pale road
Traverse through the colorful path

A moist pair of hopeless eyes
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You were there in the little things of life
Me with uncalled, unsought behavior of mine

You seemed far away though always in heart
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I wake up after a deep disturbed sleep, counting the pain of numerous nights.

Looking for a lost friend,
For an old, wrinkled, shaky hand of immense support.
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When it fails to wet my eyes

and drain away the eternal pain
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It takes the world to go around but my search never ends….

The search for warm touches, caring hugs and lovely sunshines..….
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