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A poem as a Self-portrait
A poem as a Self-portrait
What kind of poem am I?
Smita Vyas Kumar
May 14
A Rare Encounter
The sun’s light slowly waned as the moon took the stage,
Pam Kille Kaplan
Apr 8
Mother`s Perfume
I don’t recall if my mother had a particular scent Nothing springs to mind, she wasn’t fussy Little time was spent, Pruning, plucking…
Vanessa Challinor
Nov 21, 2020
My Mother’s Perfume
My Mother’s Perfume
Shabnam Samuel
Nov 21, 2020
Day 17 In Quarantine and the weeks that follow
Mother is guarded like Mona Lisa in a museum From behind the glass she shouts Its like living in a mausoleum And you are late, still not…
Vanessa Challinor
Aug 17, 2020
The Balloon Seller
The Balloon Seller
Raghu expertly scanned the cars at the signal and went towards the ones which had little kids or young adults. He knew who his customers…
Smita Vyas Kumar
Aug 14, 2020
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