Kalpna SinghChitnis Poems

It's now time for me to empty my soul,
roll into the abundance of silences,
to hear my voice.
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I'm a timeless enchantress,
with many faces,
hungry and deceitful...
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Sad like monsoon sky,
weepy like pouring rain,

aimless like rolling clouds,
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They are gypsies,
colorful, bright and tough
like the blossoms in the desert.
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What does a season really mean?

Changing of a summer into a winter
or a winter into a spring?
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