sreedevi sadasivan Biography

(I used to travel in a really crowded bus everyday to reach my college.
That gave me the inspiration for this poem. Quiet ironically the bus was
called heaven)
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How do you write a poem?
Capture that teasing inspiration.
Make it dance inside your head
and in sudden burst of rage
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You look at me with wonder when I am all dressed up for a party
Like I am the most beautiful thing you have seen
And you look at me in wonder when I wake up in the morning,
My hair all messed up and my makeup ruined
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The question still haunted my heart,
'not whether i would, but for how long? '
I looked into my palm and saw my lifeline crisscrossed with others,
all stained with blood and soil.
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I saw those blue butterflies fluttering
Around my white daisies
and slowly with pin dropp care caught
them with my net.
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