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Poems By Sravani Singampalli

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Sravani singampalli is a published writer and poet from India. She is presently pursuing doctor of pharmacy at JNTU KAKINADA university in Andhra Pradesh, India.

One wrong
She says she eats
Three oranges a day
An apple a day and
Some soaked almonds
With a glass of warm milk
Every day in the morning.
Yet one thing disturbs her parents
She is never in the pink
She falls sick very easily
They don’t know the reason
They don’t know that their daughter
Eats all sorts of rubbish stuff
Every day at the roadside stalls.
Many think they are good
They always do great things
Follow a perfect routine
And wonder why they aren’t succeeding.
It is all may be
Because of that one wrong
Something you pretend to ignore.

Gone
I am the peel
You are the flesh.

You are a rose
I am its thorns.

You are my heart
Your smile is my heartbeat.

I am cool
You are burning hot.

I am the water
You are the vapour.

Alive
A silhouette against rainbow life
A widow.
Why can’t she start a new life?

They feel the wilted roses
Are of no use
But they still give off
A strong and sweet fragrance
A fragrance which says
I am still alive!

Overnight

Everybody is asleep
There is an unknown silence
Uncle’s snores break this uncertainty.
The milk in the kitchen
Is slowly turning into curd.
The saplings in the garden
Have grown a little.
The hens are laying eggs
And behind those blue curtains
A lost soul
Is trying to solve
The puzzle of her life.

Our discussions and ignorance
We discuss about how we can win
And sometimes about how we lost.
We discuss great people
Their charm, palaces and money.
We can talk hours
About those expensive clothing brands
Levis, Park Avenue, Allen Solly
And so on goes the endless list.
We talk about cricket, nature
And places to be visited.
We cannot ignore those roadside stalls
Selling our favorite food
But we do ignore many things.
We ignore the torn clothes
We ignore the slums
We never discuss about
Hands with scratches
And those unhealed wounds.
We discuss about fresh roses
And forget the wilted flowers.
We discuss health and youth
But we don’t think about
Healing and the old.
We never discuss solutions.

About The Author

Sravani singampalli email id: srvscool@gmail.com Bio: Sravani singampalli is a published writer and poet from India. She is presently pursuing doctor of pharmacy at JNTU KAKINADA university in Andhra Pradesh, India.

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