Nivedita Dutta Biography

The poem is not about you
Though it carries with itself
The first letter in your name
Is the point of its origin
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To know what was beyond sea was their craze
The craze made them start their voyage
Thinking that this voyage might be their last
They carried with them the memories of the past
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Don’t cry if you ever fall in the mud
For every flower once was a bud
It would’ve taken time for a tree to reach its peak
Woodpecker too at first would have failed to use his beak
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I won't throw that cutlery away
That had slashed your finger
Mercilessly
Souvenir it stands
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The least i can associate

My nurturing with
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