There she attained enlightenment through poetry, here we dangle with the baleful probability of God
We go to movies and dinner halls - (and think that she was odd)
Life was pain for her..
Here it is nothing but bubbles of joy that will burst...
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It's a great tribute to her, Ankita (by the way, that's a pretty name) . If Sylvia Plath were alive to read it, I'm sure she'd enjoy it. K.R.K.