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  April 2015
volume 12 number 1
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  Adeolu Emmanuel Adesanya
  Lynn Albanese
  Steven Alvarez
  Jonathan Beale
  Stefanie Bennett
  Jack G. Bowman
  Jennifer Bradpiece
  Don Kingfisher Campbell
  Michael Aaron Casares
  Beverly M. Collins
  William Crawford
  Pijush Kanti Deb
  Elisabeth Adwin Edwards
  John Elison
  Emily Fernandez
  Jeanie Greensfelder
  John Grey
  David Herrle
  Sonika Jaggi
  Strider Marcus Jones
  Phillip Larrea
  Emma Lee
  Marieta Maglas
  Matt McGee
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Dave Nordling
  Toti O'Brien
  Greg Patrick
  James G Piatt
  Frank Praeger
  April Salzano
  David Scriven
  LB Sedlacek
  Danielle Smith
  Jan Steckel
  Carl Stillwell
  Tim Tipton
  Philomena van Rijswijk
  Wanda Vanhoy Smith
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Sonika Jaggi
April 2015



photo by richard lee miller

    "I am Sonika Jaggi from India. I am 22 years old and currently pursuing my post-graduation in English literature. I am a blogger and have been working in and off in the field of writing. Poetry is where my heart meets my soul."



Engrave My Heart

Hold the earth-no movement allowed,
Pause the hour-let the seconds veil a shroud.
This moment the lips of my heart will part,
To furnish its wishes off the chart.

Let some impressions grab my soul,
Some pictures preserve them all,
Make this moment worth,
Let someone die of mirth.

Let me greet the guest called-life, well,
Gratify its needs, forget about hell.
See and cherish beauty innate,
Wander and loose self in my fate.

To be what I want to be,
See what I wish to see,
Seek what I wish to achieve,
Speak what I wish to relieve.

Release my handcuffs for heaven's sake,
To make a life I wish to make,
Discern red from blue,
Accept or reject, many or few.

Grant me leave from your clutches;
To gather memories for old,
To play and sing and fall and hold,
To wreathe a flowery band-
Of faces which laughed and cried,
Of people I was hooked and tied,
Of places where sublimity lied.

For when I'LL veil a shroud,
No regret, guilt should cry aloud-
"Wish I could have that done",
Those yearnings would then be heard by none.

copyright 2015 Sonika Jaggi