by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
(Mumbai, Maharashtra, India)
Sometimes on, sometimes off
she cannot remain away from poetry for long
The enchanting damsel sometimes and
A captain from ruins of history at other intervals
A lovely bride-to-be and a blood-clad soldier
she enacts the role of poets across horizons
and borders
She cannot be kept, she's like the wind
to be swept
from one's hands if one is not sensitive
to see what she is
a poet just born
everyday, my friend Clare.
For my dear friend Clare, named on an island from where she lives in the beautiful Ireland...
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