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Three Sonnets

by Sarmishtha De
(Silchar, Assam , India)


Little feet –
On white paper,
Dad folded the sketch,
Slided into his right pocket.
Happiness cuts loose,
Never ending wait for his return-
With new pair of shoes.



Put some vanilla-
For color,
For essence,
Life to make some sense.
It is dense,
It is dark,
A drop in cup -
Is enough.



I’m genius,
I’m a prodigy,
Books are my world,
And my home for me.
I live on books,
Piles and pages.
I keep on reading,
Till I’m dead.
I’m not like any fish,
Yet called “silverfish”.


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