Rita De
Drama
Time is a deft painter
He paints an age of history
In great and vivid details
Studded with priceless gems
Only to wipe it off
Just as a little child wipes off
What it has drawn
A second earlier
Only to draw fresh scenery.
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Where Does De...
There Could b...
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The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Just like a rock, I stood across the shore, Giant tides hit me hard, Just like a rock, I stood across the shore, Giant tides hit me hard,
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
It's all about perspectives, That creates the scenes. It's all about perspectives, That creates the scenes.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
I look up in the skies in search of hope, I look up in the skies in search of hope,
In this vast ocean of life, We sail on a drowning boat. So Enjoy till it sinks. In this vast ocean of life, We sail on a drowning boat. So Enjoy till it sinks.
Live, cherish and smile This was my job, my role. Live, cherish and smile This was my job, my role.
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys, I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys,
Yes, I am alone; and yes I am free to be anything I want, Yes, I am alone; and yes I am free to be anything I want,
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
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