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a poem by Shobha

She said, “you have not penned anything
in a long time “
I said,
“No sorrow touched me deep-
No joy exhaulted me-
No incident tugged at my soul-
In short- nothing moved me for past sometime.”

“Does something have to happen to inspire you”,
she asked.

“Isn’t the sight of a rainbow after rains enough-
Isn’t a tear in the eyes of a hungry child enough-
Cannot the lashing of waves against the sea inspire you-
Cannot the beauty of a girl in love blaze you”

“There, there,” I said.
“I see a poetess in the making
So, for a brief spell
hold the pen in your hand
to scribble these thoughts
and vent out your feelings
and receive the acclaim
brushing aside your usual modesty.”