Ripped Jeans

I wrote this poem on the prompt by the same name given by the Fb group ‘TSL’ in April . Its based on an experience I had on our last day of shopping in March this year, after which the malls closed. For those who do not know when ‘Ripped jeans’ came into being and…

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The Woods

  A piece of fenced, green wilderness lies beside my house. A path of stones has been laid  for those who wish to walk. It goes up and down and around the trees that must be hundred years’ old. You know looking at the barks and the roots. A playground has been made for the kids in…

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The Alchemist’s advice

“People are more than what you see. Do you know that?” he asked   I do, I replied They are not the face one beholds Or the trinkets or the garb they adorn They are not the kindness exuded in their smiles Or the twinkling laughter reflected in their eyes   “They are also not…

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