Best Poem of swatee sripada

Treasures Of Life
Blooming moonlit smiles on pink beds of roses

Dew drops falling down as white pure pearls

Winter stricken land shivering and quivering

With unseen hug of chill and fervor

The sun patiently waiting days and days

The drama and dance of ego to fall down

As flurry fairies . . .
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It's not a pressure to pump it up

It's not a right to demand as per law

It's not an in vitro fertilized baby

when and how you like to have it

It's not at least a thing of beauty

To buy and decorate your corner

It's not a tool to do some thing

Believe me
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