Vivek Singh
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Pages,
Maybe wrinkled
Or blur.
Perhaps soundless.
Those torn pages
Of her letter.
Sleep calmly yet
With me.
They are not like her
A jult.
They also cry with me
Whenever my tears rains.
My Mom
One-Two-Three
Why?
How?
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As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
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..
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body
Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes, Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes,
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
Let's pull off this disparity, can't we? Let's pull off this disparity, can't we?
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
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