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 Mar 2020
Jen
Underneath
Is skeleton,
A soul lives
Inside
These rag n' bones

Flesh & blood
Runs beneath
Warm in
A river of veins
Finding heart

A soul at ease
From the inside
Releasing
In words from
These rag n' bones
When powers she wields
river she breaks homes
floods paddy fields

Swords of rains
swells her hurt pride
boils her veins

Vengeful she brims
breaks the lock gate
cultivator's dreams

Gone is sweet flow
in the moonlight
soft silver glow

Simmers her soul
raging red hot
she burns like coal

With inflamed tides
she devours the crop
growing on her sides

River now a curse
she wouldn't recede
without leaving scars

She can't be blamed at all
men have only ravaged her
taken her all.
 Mar 2020
Sushmita
On a moonlit night with stars from heaven,
                              
A trail to be followed with people unknown
But the worth of the efforts definitely known,
                                  
Ineffable was the sunrise view from the windy top,
Reluctance to blink an eye to not miss a moment at all,
Nothing is comparable to the mighty Mountains,

What a marvelous experience it surely was!

~ S.G.
23/3/2020
This is based on the my first night trek where I climbed the highest mountain in my state.
 Mar 2020
Cayley Raven
I can feel your eyes
slowly shedding layers off my skin.

I can see your twitching hands,
all about to find the beast within.

Leaning into you,
my breath slowly reaching your ears,

whispering obscenities
you could have only ever heard in your wildest dreams.
The quarantine is doing a number on me.
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