Drop by  drop  i saw
Shedding  in  the  leaves of leaping  flame
Have   you seen deadpan tears ?
They are  melt of   .  
Broken fire  ,broken dreams ,and broken soul .
All my little  eyes saw in  bruised broken  bangles.
My little  heart  balked  to  revolt ,but too  much was her endurance !
It was  not a tale  of  yearlong ,
But  long  a  long
So long that nobody  want  to  remember
Even  my  pen don’t want  to  spread  much ink
As it brings a flood of  red tears  in black  December .

Dr  Pragya  Suman
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"Beauties are scattered in **** form on the sea beaches", Albert Camus wisphered  in a mesmerising moment. I agree with you Albert.
One day I was sipping Wine by hiding it in a coconut shell, you were lingering in my memory . I seek salvation in hiding because I am a tropical lady. For hundred years I didn't see the sun , though that was overhead ,and I was in my anthill.
I am black ant trailing among stalagmites, skyscrapers and scruples in biting bread.
One day I left my ahead ant prints which were carved  from hundreds of years ago. I derailed and came beneath the same car of your last riding.
I still look for the beaches and want to take a dip, but I cannot, you know my wings have gone along with you.

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when sigh forbade
to subdue
and exhaled out in a screech
tearing away the soul,
I saw futile war of ism
got littered in soiled red brook
that gushed away
beneath the red flag whole.
The ****** of red tell was yet to come
I saw a thin flesh of skeleton
alive and stood
against the mighty tank, which shook
everything  at once in a  moment.
Fear was in the air, tremble in mine curtains everything moved up except one
I blinked up my shutters.
Now I move up the world again and again.

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Footnote: This is not the first time that China is facing blame for the Corona crisis. On Tiananmen square, one of the most heinous pogrom was done. Many students who were advocating democracy slaughtered broad and daylight. A photographer named Charlie Cole captured that moment in his camera .
China has always followed expansionary policy.
#Tiananmen square

When  in  a  desolate  enlightened  evening
I  made  tea ,you looked bemused for a while
Washed  down  in  one  gulp ,as  drastic depart was going to be  there
Denial  was  in  your  eyes ,tears  were  in  my  heart
Last  waving  hand  is  still  in the air !
I drank your  left ...  
My lip  got  charred as  fire was  in your  leftover.
That day  my  black lip sang a song  of  bereavement .
Since  then i  have  endured  multiple  fire
Until the flame  of  a  pyre  came  to  my  rescue !
I saw  your  sublimation  in ,reduced to  ashes
As  flames  were leaping in the  graveyard
A fire was also  alighted  in  my  heart
My soul  engulfed all of  them  in a  glow
That  day  i  became  snow .

Dr  Pragya  SUMAN
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The concoction of cobweb caught me
in curved core ,
beats of rhythms slithered away…!
Minarets of constantinople trapped in
as spinning disc of  krishna The Lord
got chiseled in the liar's sword.
Hooves of stallions nudged away
when my hand  slained my heart
oneday i would invite my God
to be with me in my concoction and
rotten reflections .
my faults  would endure the curse
I am one who spoiled God !

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I erupted out of the cocoon
insular island,
tiny larva
budding in me, moving
among the raw skyscrapers.
Drilling in scaffold
makes a hole
in my bleak bone.
I halted at a cart of voluble vender
Both are sellers.
In paper cone of salty few nuts ,
I selled ,
A stark loner.
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Me a tiny tot , would throw pebbles
on the storm ,to get them to stop !
wrong I was, as like uncontrollable rhyme
they subterfuge me still .
I am a seeker of shelly ,
but rugged words of Carlyle
have been trolling me !

In the days of festive bath, my feet were
stand still in the bottom but
hands moving on the flapping waves !
Standing on the bank ,
my mother caught my malingering.
I am still half and half
in breakage of mine .
Though I am invisible
as my mother is no more !

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As  you  were standing  among  the  crowd
Like  a  delicate  tendril  upon  the spear of  chauvinist !
Your  dignity was  sulking  and  sapping  out  by  and  by
I  was  little enough  to pick your peril
But I still  dared and  you  survived…
You know when  for  a  brief  our  glance  met and I caught your moist
Clouds  were  witness and they  endured  my  melting  iron  heart
So  many  years  has  gone
Whenever  raining  happens  
my  body  quivers  at the mere  touch  of  that  moist .

Dr  Pragya  Suman
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I took in the  suburb my first facelift,
failed in the graveyard
In the pestle dusk
venus was overhead
got charred.
Lightning rod in the creek
of my skull
is rusted,
Undertow churning wheel of whirlpool
giving fresh wrinkles up
Too much
for my fragile facelifts.

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