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When a portrait of self hang over the interior walls,
where one took off a divine poster, shed it to store,
I realized I own no limelight.

When over the stove, a coffee is prepared,
replacing a fresh lassi with foam of rich cream,
my thirst is over, my tears well up.

When seeing my naked arms extending from half sleeve,
she pulled her pallu around,
I became embarrassed, tried to concentrate.

When they pulled curtains of their adjoining rooms,
of earlier open doors, nothing amiss,
I must have not properly coordinated.

I realized I own no limelight.


  1. very good composition :-)

  2., really do u guys do it...i can never write a good poem u know :'(

    1. Thanks. I also thank my stars to provide me this ability.


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