If rain
On monsoon leaves,
Breaks my prolong silence,
I shall be indebted to its
Bland knock.
If flux
Of pithy breeze,
Spur life in my dead cells,
I shall be indebted to its
Ingress.
If chirps
Of cuckoo bird,
Elevates my grieved heart,
I shall be indebted to its
Blithe notes.
If glints
Of morning pearls,
Perch on my chivied mind,
I shall be indebted to their
Stark grace.
Aye shall
Be a debtor,
If mates in my silence,
Share my fardel of solitude
With glee.
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She is Indrani, a perfective homemaker and mother to her only autistic child. Even from the barred layer of felicity her emotions well up to inundate the white in blue. Nothing professional in her revelation and approach, purely self motivated. She only wishes her readers to glide along with the ripples of her penmanship.
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