Dhruvikumari Sharma Poems

I don't understand-
How I can weave my pain in poetic bliss,
Line after line, my soul spills free,
Yet face-to-face, I'm chained, not me,
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There's a house inside my head,
With many doors, both green and red.
Behind each one, a thought awaits,
Racing fast, or running late.
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A building stands, immense and bare,
No windows to see, no doors to spare.
Yet winds rush in from skies untamed,
Thunderstorms from realms unnamed.
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In the quiet hours, fear takes its hold,
A whispering shadow, a story untold.
I've walked this path, six years long,
But now I wonder, was I ever strong?
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In the grand halls of the exhibition fair,
With lights that sparkled and people everywhere,
I walked beside my dad with pride,
Seeing a world where his passions reside.
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In my room, we gathered tight,
New friends, twins, brought pure delight,
With an old friend, we sat and talked,
Laughter and stories, memories unlocked.
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I want to give you anything and everything,
But the world is not mine to bestow.
I would gift you the stars in the heavens,
But my hands are not that long to go.
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It's thrilling to show the world
What I'd never show those near.
When they don't know me,
I feel no fear.
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To friends so new and friends so true,
I'm grateful for all the things you do.
For meals we share and songs we sing,
For every joy that moments bring.
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I liked basketball for reasons I'd rather not explain,
Not the best at it, but I play just the same.
Dribbling, passing, missing the net—
Yet it's your presence is what I can't forget.
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