Once I tried every day to write a Sheetal Sheth poem
then I failed
I failed because
even for such a wonderful person eventually the words are gone

I say and say and say
until there is no more to say
one day I hope I will have more
but for now the words are gone

I’ve worked and worked and worked
to display her work, and help her
to promote her, and tell the world
all the things they miss by not knowing

Not knowing
that there are other stories to be told
not knowing
that there are other ways to be
not caring enough to find out

Like the artist before his time
like the madman for his shrine
I say and say and say again
maybe one day you will see what I see
then again, maybe not

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