Vaibhavi Jadeja Poems

Flower shop stopped,
Did I stop? I buffered,
Hence, I stopped.
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Never discerned myself

Either was a tower
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Observing creases of the pardah
Observing kissing of their moves
Observing neighbours of one face to another
Observing white space in the grove
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How the heart of the cloud is goth for it to lighten up it needs to fall on mother,
for it to weep on it needs to fall on sienna,
for it to sense on it needs to barge in the mush.
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