Love

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Your love is beyond the ambit of my heart, 
No word can define it,
No expression can describe it,
Understanding it is surpassing the horizon,

A love so serene, where we have been,

Though far, wherever we are, 
Shared the anger, as well as the care,

You loved for years,
The smiles and the tears,

Your quotidian surprises through the warmth of mercurial endearments,
explains all the propinquity into the remoteness,

The attachment you owe to me,
The love you bestow on me,
The unending fondness you show to me,
Holds us together, in days of despair.

                                                -Your Inamorata

-written by Anamika Kumari

Bleaching Syndrome

The Dusky Indian Girl

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Her dusky complexion is considered less grander by the society,

For they accept only the fairer variety.

They quantify it with the guage fit in their eyes,

Seeing which even the matrimony guy flies.

Though she carries an auro  of exoticness,

He ignores it in his sickness.

She realises people suffer from a psychological disorder,

So, better not to put her mind and soul out of order.

She wipes off her tears,

That killed her self-esteem for years.

With an alluring smile on her face,

She amasses courage to fill the space.

- written by Anamika Kumari