I traveled from a dotted village on the map of India named Basant Pur, to the Capital of India, Delhi, for a quality of education in writing. Since childhood days writing poems and short-stories are my passion and am enslaved to it.
Father, oh, dear father
I'm your daughter,
Do I need to say father?
You brought up my two brothers
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I am a book: which cant be judged by its cover
To know more, read; till it is over.
Go through the contents, clause by clause
And from comma to full stop.
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Plaguing days at noon
Scorching sunshine in the month of June
I visited an orchard.
Saw mangoes loaded on trees
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Now, I have turned twenty four
To my age, adding years is an awful bore
For, no more I'm a child
Worldly accountability unfolding wide
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A child, just thirteen!
I saw him rag picking,
Kneeling down every step two or three
Unwrapping the wonders in hurry
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