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Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
Momma!
I am your poem.

From that mountain hole
Too many pains left
And from the island of the vexation
A little pleasure on the journey twinkle They made  a missiles
I was fabricated just below your heart
And I am the part of it

Just by planting a tree farm
Trouble dirts your hands
I was penned from composition of roughness
And I am the stanzza of it

Thunder thrown out of your eyes
They are more expensive than pearls
Drinking  nano water
I was  masterminded
And I am the Masterpiece of it

The debt too scared by itself
Searching for fertilizer tissue
Selling the blood of your own
I was painted from the words of penalty
And I am the same book of it

Momma ! I'm not a poetess
I am your poetry ....
I am the product of plenty of sufferings ,and vexation that momma suffers
I am her words falling and rolling in the real life   ,pattern of her language
And I am her whole book
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
Yes ! I am a girl
And I have a monthly guest
It comes without any messages ,without phone calls
Just with the flow of pain
Always endures me
I get lots of gifts
ache in bloatted belly
breaking back
Death hanging in the waist
pimples blush at the cheeks
Yeah ! I have periods
Red petals stain
in my beautiful white dress
like a bouquet of roses
These cease pains garden my womb
To be a  perfect clock
without tick tock and bell
But runs for  nine month
Just to change
****** ***** into a baby...
Being a girl is a bless with a free gift called pain .
  Nov 2017 Smriti Ranabhat
Ashim
Its inside was never filled,
Never understood its kind.
Its existance was legit for it
but the other minds.

Supposed to be the best,
never made it there.
LOVE was only HE wanted
But refused to be granted.

The sphere was pretty indeed
and 'it' stuffed her with no love,
But hatred and Tyranny.
HE did no guilt.
Still,
The Justice was mere.
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
You
Be blazing cloudless sky , I will be the sea
When U shine bright , It will reflect on me
When I look at the mirror , I see you
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
On a cold night
He drowses a side of road
Heartly praying to God with silence
Next day , with gastric band in stomach
Endless umpteen tears in eyes
Rambles all around
Making melancholy melody
He eats and breaths poverty
And overdose leads to the ***** of death...
Where is the god ?
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
I exit outside
I m everywhere
But alive only in your heart
Smriti Ranabhat Oct 2017
Dear moon ,
If the sky itself could collapse
And you could fall
I would hold you on my palms
Cause only your daises and twilights define me
The fade knows my darkest secrets
The reflection kisses my wildest dreams
The scintillate stares at my deepest desires
Just look like plaster of Paris
So ***** with footprints
ugly with no color
But still I like you the most
And still love your dark side
Moon is similar to me cause I also have a dark side
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