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You write poems with your fingertips And I keep listening to the songs written on my skin By some distant dream, similar words But the verses never meet...Sanhita Baruah
2
She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors, A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm. Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings, A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring.Sanhita Baruah
3
I've heard you say so many a time That I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme... Today it's been 7 years since we last met I have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate....Sanhita Baruah
4
I'd rather be not the light in your life The bright day might make me obscure I'd rather be the cold darkness For it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsureSanhita Baruah