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Sangeeta’s poem explores a serene night where the protagonist finds solace in simple pleasures beyond her surroundings, guiding her nocturnal odyssey for Different Truths.
When the night sky Painted dots, All were transferred In the land of dreams. She basked in the little delight, The solitary night offered, Though it was within her confinement She knew she couldn’t tread beyond and Inhale in the scented vapours, The Shefali in the yard offered. She was content with catching its whiff. And closed her eyes in Breezy solitude by the half-open window. The gateway to the huge landscape was Conjured before her eyes. A yonder, draped in enchanting mystery. The lure beckoned her every night. This has been her sweet cocoon. That infused life, To live the next day. For she doesn’t own the day, Her tasks as a marionette are no doubt skillfully run. And all errands met at their best. After the done is done And all chores are winded. The strings of hers are set free From the fingers of the operator. The caged bird in her heart flutters And takes flight into her dominion. She rules for some time in her universe. Her sphere, Where she decides The journey of the night’s reveries.
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