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Vermillion: A Poem in Honour of Durga Puja

A poem about the coming of Durga Maa, which is joyously celebrated in my home city of Kolkata and around the world.

You Intrigue Me

By: Shreya September 17, 2022

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A poem about love, emerging, and curiosity. Enjoy!

Soil Song: A Poem

By: Shreya August 29, 2022

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Thanks for reading, with love from — Shreya

Birdsong: A Poem

By: Shreya August 7, 2022August 15, 2022

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Thank you for reading, Shreya

Talia (our Joy) Castellano: A Poem in Honour of an Angel

By: Shreya June 26, 2022June 28, 2022

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Talia Joy has been a presence in my life since 2012, when I first came across her YouTube videos. It is only at the age of 21 that I have begun to realise how extraordinary Talia’s legacy is. Revisiting her videos, I was inspired to write the following poem. But first, some quotations to provide…

Jeannine: A Poem

By: Shreya March 28, 2022

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Love keeps trying to open my eyes: a poem

By: Shreya February 26, 2022

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With love, Shreya

Hope, A Poem

Hope: A Poem

The Visitor

By: Shreya October 9, 2021November 14, 2021

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A new poem, The Visitor.

When I Make Space to Pause – A Poem

By: Shreya April 22, 2021April 22, 2021

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When I Make Space to Pause by Shreya Manna So. When I make space to pause, I listen. The bones at the base of my neck are instruments, Clicking and clacking and croaking under the weight of an uneasy head. My feet oscillate. Drumsticks on a d-d-d-d-drum roll. The mind scans and measures each line…