australia
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Hello hello! Welcome to the next edition of my ‘SHE’ poems, the journey of a girl through the different phases of her life. She peers into the mirror, Golly, those dark circles could eclipse the moon she thinks. That wretched pimple hasn’t gone to her horror, Maybe it will vanish in a couple of blinks. …
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While I was growing up, I was always that gawky teenager who would hunch and try and hide from the World. I always felt “not so confident” in my body. I would ask myself the usual questions, why do I have to be tall while all my friends aren’t? Why do I have boobs? Why do…
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I was a very imaginative child. One who wanted to be a million things at once. I wanted to be an Astronaut, a bus conductor, own a laundry service and be Miss India. As time passed, I became less imaginative, the box of reality surrounded me.
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As I am growing older, I am realizing that my love for potato chips will make me a chip one day. This love story must tragically end. Or atleast for some time be “on a break”. (who got that reference?)
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There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
MANASVI SHARMA BAWA 