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A girl played in the mud
she was a yet to bloom bud
blessed with naive innocence
her face defined silence.
Her hands were soiled by sand
her face was suntanned
and that smile quite mild and bland.
Her lips were desperate to speak
as tears quietly sneaked
To my shock she was voiceless
but this did'nt deter her
from telling me tales endless.
She expressed with her eyes
which substituted for her voice
even her heart clamoured and made noise
but everything was mercilessly devoiced.
Deep love for music she displayed
and desired to sing some day
If she will ever be able to sing I'm not sure
but for me...from that moment she had become
the best singer in the world!!
Indira Shukla.
Come hold my hand and give me a chance
to take you to a place....you've never seen
....where birds never perch silent
.....and beasts are not violent
Nature this fresh and nascent
you'll never elsewhere see.....Come hold my hand and give me a chance
to take you to a place.....you've never seen
.....where rivers are steady
.....skies rarely display fury
and the days are never cloudy
Always under the sun.....a day does begin and cease
Come hold my hand and give me a chance
to take you to a place....you've never seen
.....where trees in joy sway
and cheerfully wind's messages they convey
.....where flowers are forever in bloom
wishfully spreading their fragrant perfume.....
Come hold my hand and give me a chance
to take you to a place..... you've never seen
.....where dreams are never small
.....where hopes are always tall
.....and where there is enough love for all
~Come hold my hand.....give me a chance~
Indira Shukla
