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 Sep 2020 Spriha Kant
Khoisan
When hearts are broken
vain words penetrate the bone
black lives have spoken
The sun still smiled sadly through the gloomy darkness...

And the message was clear to the world:
"The eternal sort of light shines even through the darkest eclipse...! "
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I wanted to write a poem

on Void but I realised that I

need not since all my poems have

void in them.
The best poems are
written when we are
in the midst of emotional
turmoil.
how tranquil it would be
to sleep as deeply
as an anchor
at the bottom of the sea
Words don't take a rest
Rushing through your mind
Wanting to let go
Feelings bursting with
Newfound energy
Waiting to be released
To the unsuspecting world
Captivating  charming
Saddened words
Wanting a place
To land
But first they must
Be birthed
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 Sep 2020 Spriha Kant
Prachi
Someone asked me,
Who is a teacher?
A pathway to degree?
Or holds a position deeper!

‘Union of multiple roles’, I said,
Is a teacher’s true identity;
One who enlightens the road ahead,
Assisting selflessly which is a rarity.

Playing a huge role in our upbringing,
And giving us a constant support;
Teachers were there motivating,
In the times we felt lost.

They teach us the art of life;
Losing sleep for other’s child,
New and innovative ways they devise;
It is incomparable what they provide.

The ones who are always well-wishing
Steering to right path and escorting;
They instill a passion for learning,
Student’s success is their earning.
Respect for all the teachers inspiring and supporting students.
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