swatee sripada Poems

Long back

When you were you
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A silent dream of imprecision

A restless fatigue of unknown destination
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A vacant life

a cup of concern
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New Year Morning

Flowers and colours
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Crawling out from the pages of past

As an insignificant worm of energy
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Why did the soul swerve and swoop

Like a cradle
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As an ephemeral mass of floating water

As a winged soul from no where to no where
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When I slink a look in to the past

Verve of agony lugs me in to a pit of depression
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Early morning, the throng of first rays

Painted my premises with light crimson Rangoli
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The inauguration of the wheel of life

Commences
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