February 2019
Pratibha Kelapure
pratibha.kelapure@gmail.com
I am a real person who lives in an imaginary world that I built around me. I edit an online journal, The Literary Nest. Circumstances led me to shun my first love, poetry, and a significant part of my life was squandered away building the innards of computers. Now I write poetry, most of which gets rejected, but a few have found homes in Plath Poetry Project, Ink & Nebula, Foliate Oak, The Lake, miller’s pond poetry, and other literary journals.

Ocean

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With every direction open,
the billowing waves,
shifting sand under my feet,
and foam spilling on the shore,
the hunter is on the loose.




A Small Hope


The crisp winter morning breaks the spell of
the night’s long snowfall, and
a yellow porch light under the cold sky 
burns like a small hope flickering in my heart.
© 2019 Pratibha Kelapure
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