Sharmila is so naïve She can’t pick between prudence and courage She flogs dead horses She allows herself to be found traipsing through the tulips She’s a slow unlearner She loves her unteacher She wants 364 unbirthdays What she resists persists She depotentiates herself, silly goose, Until her soul screams,”STOP”   -Sonali Gurpur    …

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