Come as a welcome
Breath of cool wind,
Suggestive of fresh mint,
Tingling the prostrate body,
Tired and sleepy,
Under a thorny tree,
In the Thar Desert,
Making it relaxed;
Waft in like a musical note,
Trapped in a vacuum for long, then
Released from that hollow by a young vocalist;
Hold me, when I am down
But not out, in the arena,
The way a parent grabs,
The tiny hand of a crying baby,
In a dim-dark room,
And comforts by touch.

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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: For more details, please visit the website:

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