Sharmila Dhar Poems

A play of light
Fascinates a child just as much
As it would an artist
Both would call it a shadow
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A part of me is dead
Hoping to rekindle it

It happened unknown to me
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Being free,
What would it mean
To you and me?
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Friends who parted ways
Met after oh-so many days.

The planning began
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I wish a million things,

I wish the world were a nicer place,
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