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    • Nov 14, 2022
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She

By Smita Mahto


My gaze fell on her

And my deep thoughts

Are interrupted

She was holding a posture

Her body has preferred.


Her curves bathing

In sunshine

And she smells of

Roses dipped in dew.





The more I look at her

My feelings

Become eloquent

And I try to personify her beauty

In the poems, I write.


But,

Who are we to declare

How does she look?

Or who are we to criticize

The curves she has got.


Why do we forget,

Her curves hold a life

And the struggle to

Bring it alive.


By Smita Mahto










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