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And here I am...
Applying for the poet job...
I have no credentials...
No education in poetry...
No background...
And no references...
I am just a dreamer...
A romantic...
A story teller...
I travel with the wind...
And live with the stars...  
I talk to the moon...
I listen to the sun...
Have a poem for a heart...
And a sonnet for a soul...  
I can remember all the sweet moments...  
And forget about sad ones...
Would you hire me?...
 Feb 2020 Shruti Gour
roses
embers
 Feb 2020 Shruti Gour
roses
burn me with your abuse. i dare you.
burn me until my skin turns to plastic.
plastic skin to match a plastic heart.
singe my hair off,
like how you
singed off my protective layer.
break me down until i am on the floor
begging you to stay. i dare you.
i dare you to scream at me
until your lungs collapse,
filled with smoke, while i clutch
the blitz that i used to
set myself on fire to keep you warm.
and finally
walk away when you see
the warrior that you helped forge.

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