Poetic Stories
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If you wish to hear the poem, please scroll down. Aao sunao mein tumheAlu ki ek prem kahaniWaha tha aluAur yaha thi meinHum mile jab hum dono theEkdum chote seNahin jante the ki sabjiya kya hoti haiNahin jante the ki ye exotic veggies kis hoor ka naam haiBroccoli, zucchini, bell peppersKuch nahin pata tha.Sirf ek
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One of my favourite memories from when I was 4-5 years old. I have wanted to talk about it since forever so it’s unsurprising that it came out as a poem. What was surprising was it came out in Hindi. If you don’t want to read, I have recited the poem too. You can scroll
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The cashmere sweater sitsWhere you left it, in a cornerI haven’t touched the folds…The way one sleeve wraps aroundThe torso – in a pantomime of a hugOr how the left side is slightly raisedTo allow you room to scratch an itch.
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Your perfume lingersIn the things you left behindYour favourite notebookA silver bangle that dances –to whose tune only it knowsIn your favourite red polka dot dressAnd the pillowcase under your head.
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I could write a sonnet for her That would wax lyricalOn how she smells like home.
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Why is itThat I can work next to herWithout war breaking out between usBut when I try with youI can’t help but make myself small to accommodate you?
tales of Suchita 