Yashasha Sharma Poems

Today I went upstairs, Moon; you weren't there.
I searched for you, maybe you were hidden; by dark clouds
But after so long, you might have gone to the hid out.
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I want to see the moon, but I am shackled in my house.
It's the garden where the pink lotus has worn out.
It's the mirror, just shows my heart going down.
It's in the bed, holding my tears tightly bound.
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There has to be made many attempts,
even if it gives you no content
It is a single attempt which can change,
all your life's pre-decided stamps
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