Author: Pradnya Surve
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Divine creation
Softly crimson yellow rays come in Window panes shimmer A new day begins With hope and inspiration A divine artistic creation So is the velvet blue sky With tufts of clouds The pine maple oakSpreading arms as leaves shine Twittering birds happily flit Fauna complement the view Bubbly waters flow Through mountains and valleys they…
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Divine creation
Softly crimson yellow rays come in Window panes shimmer A new day begins With hope and inspiration A divine artistic creation So is the velvet blue skyWith tufts of clouds The pine maple oakSpreading arms as leaves shine Twittering birds happily flit Fauna complement the view Bubbly waters flow Through mountains and valleys they glow…
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The untold story
Of the politico who died Television, newspapers, social media Pictures flashed everywhere As his body lies in state His biography chronicled with his greatness Lies of benevolence and generosity A band of faithful followers Crocodiles in tears Blare out his goodness and public spirit But the inside story yet Still remains untold. Somewhere an old…
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The untold story
The media covered news Of the politico who died Television, newspapers, social media Pictures flashed everywhere As his body lies in state His biography chronicled with his greatness Lies of benevolence and generosity A band of faithful followers Crocodiles in tears Blare out his goodness and public spirit But the inside story yet Still remains…
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Where are the little ones
Where are the little ones Far far away My home so spick and span Where little feet once ran Walls long for work of art No shrieks and points of dart No grimy soiled hands to clean Footprints of play not seen My pots and pan sit still No assembly on the window sill Silence…
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Just a weed
She is a weed Rich farmers say so She is not a seed they sow Why let her grow It is time to mow This weed must not grow Oh let me be she pleads You are just a weed You must not grow Time for us to mow – Pradnya Surve
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Reflection by the Ocean
The gust rushes past me In my knees can feel cold bursae Zephyr cools me Aids to meliorate with a thought spree Vastness if the ocean Accords foresight and glean Orange glow of dusk Commences my forage for musk A stroll by the shore Ushered my reflection to the fore My mind surfs like the…
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My Teacher
She holds a special place in my heart Her sea of knowledge and wisdom Led me to the right path Her honesty induced it all Principles and values instilled in me Shaped my life, gave me identity Right and wrong were just not antonyms Her poise and grace evident always Experience shared gave me foresight…
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Solitude
I stand on the pinnacle Of the snow clad mountains Touching the blue skies Glacial winds whistle all over Overcome by self glorification at the height Is it disdain that gives me might I dared to ascend To see a wider world Inept clan I hurled As I strive to stay at the summit I…