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His Slender tender shoulders
Shoulder the responsibility of his family
Vibrant orange cartoon print shirt
A mere reminder of his childhood
The jute sheet he owns
A spread of colours and shapes
Of many vegetables
He sells every morning
To add to the earnings
He has learned the trade young
Captivating, his innocence
Inspired by a photo

Oblivious notes
The worm scrawls on the wet floor
Early bird savours
  Sep 2021 Sarita Aditya Verma
Donna
I looked at grey sky
A quiet seagull flew by
And I felt its peace
Hi all :)
was Inspired whilst I hanged out washing on washing line :)
Take caste all **
  Sep 2021 Sarita Aditya Verma
Traveler
I’m not a guru
nor a teacher
I’m only a light
when you’re feeling
dark and cold!
Just right, sunlight
fits my valley all in green,
perfect, shining morning green,
perfect from first sight.

And there, the waxing moon,
looping in the practically perfect
position to slosh sea to shore, now
gives me time to call just right

the ratio of all together being seen
in transition, quotidian repetition,
never once in vain, since
the moon first fitted in to place.

Time first,
then place, this was here, before me,
and it fits at every measure,
the bit of me that sees how hard
it must have been to keep shining.
I forgot all the first lines that seemed a song, but I kept a bit,
beauty any one can tell if I mess it up
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