A tear drop upon a lonely face in the rain
Or a beaming mother holding her child
Be it a perfectly tailored wedding dress
Or the sky in spring - nice and mild
 
Be it death - so lifeless and empty
Or love, or lust, in deep velvet red
The thunder cracking a mourning sky
Above a sleeping beggar child unfed
 
A voice unspoken, unheard, unnoticed
Or my own heart's will it may be
Every colour in this bittersweet melody of life
Is what poetry means to me...

~Sanam Tripathi~

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