Swati Trivedi Poems

Once again the thought has crossed my mind,
What have I done to make my life prized?
With the years pass by like grains of sand,
In the end nothing to hold in my hand.
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No sky too high, when we have the burning fighter inside.
As if there is a storm inside of us, finding an excuse to win.
A burning drive, an unrelenting desire that can push us harder than we think.
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Loving the inner world while exploring the outer is my attitude.
Forgotten is the pain, am just filled with fortitude.
Embracing the treasure I find in solitude.
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