By
Ruchira Garai in
Poetry |
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Hazel eyes, a crooked smile
That was my every morning's sight
Furtive glances, a crimson flush
Blew away the webs of a dull summer night ;
Once a night owl,
Now waited for the dawn,
Tiptoeing to the terrace with a coffee mug
Was the first task of my morn'.
The birds chirped, the clouds m Read More...
Published on May 31,2020 10:16 AM
By
Ruchira Garai in
Poetry |
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You see her face in the crowd
Embracing her semblance,
Battling the vicious world
Quietly enduring the undeserved penance.
She might be the one who was thrashed today,
or maybe, the one with a scar,
Perhaps the one declared irrelevant
or the one, whose body is at war.
Yet you see Read More...
Published on May 31,2020 10:08 AM
