Sridatta Gupta Poems

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It's A Curse

In a corner I sit alone
Rocking on my haggard chair
Worn out walls with protruding stones
Gleaming dust scuttling in the air

Joy Of Motherhood

She suckles her breast
I envy, she is so blessed
The joyful tears in her eyes
Cuts through my heart with a cursed knife

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