manju shree Poems

Everyday i wear mask,
considering what others ask,
that of a wife, mother, sister and daughter,
changing it from hour to hour.
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Under guns and their shadows
amidst men and women and children
life spirit lessens,
innocence suffers,
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Thousand memories flood the mind,
retelling the unfinished tale,
reminding the incomplete love,
rewinding the half heard song,
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People call me prodigal
why exactly I know not
for having lived with some one they love not?
for doing the forbidden things they like not?
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Beside the screen of green hills,
below the floating white clouds,
stands the tulips,
dipped in dazzled hues.
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he becomes hotter and hotter,
waiting for her to be heated up.
she swallows the heat,
sends it to her womb,
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