Dorothy Sinha Biography

I live in a house;
Drawn curtains
landscaped garden,
- A picture of content
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The last time they smiled, Its been a while
Neither do they laugh
Secretly rolling in laughter, they pretend to cough
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one fell to the ground every now and then..
the rust earth covered with yellow flowers
carelessly strewn
Yet how carefully made..
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I hobbled
onto a chair with raised legs
All I wanted was to gobble
some eggs
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The impeccable resonance..
is when
I writhe in pain
the thin string
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