Nivedita Dutta Poems

For being slow I have paid the price
I know how your heart throbs when it cries
Why the seats are vacant I know
For I was no good at it only slow
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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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Summers are growing more hotter
Inspite of rains there is no water
Waiting  for the ocean to get filled
A bird has passed away, her wish unfulfilled
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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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Hand as big as yours

Could ever break me down
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I could've strolled much longer

Lingered my departure
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Worthy of being written

doesn't mean it can be
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