Shilpa Mallya Poems

The sky is so contradictory.
Everyday, It tells me a new story.
Alone on the road, Somebody has died I fear.
Lost their job today, another one sheds a tear.
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The Universe, Her Palace,
She holds it in her hands
Lightly like it is a thread.
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The writer had her stories,
Carrying Life's perplexities,
In the tears that she had smiled,
The plight that she was tried.
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I stood atop the hill one last time,
Looked down the vale,
I once belonged.
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Maybe what I know,
Is what you think I will never know,
And this is why my silence is explained.
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