Deepa Thomas Poems

What makes you superior?
Or makes your neighbor inferior?
Is it the colour of skin,
Hair or blood?
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Like a lit candle in the bright sunlight
Like a tear dropp in the vast ocean
Like a sand grain in an endless dessert
Like a musical note in a concert
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Like the feel of bare foot
On the wet grass,
Like the scent of mud
After that summer rain,
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He asked: “Why do you love me,
Even when I hurt you?
Even when I have nothing to offer?
Even when world is against us? ”
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Things Change
All on a sudden without waiting for you or me
And what remains
Is just a hand full of memories
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I sit here alone on this windowsill,
Watching the raindrops fall
And doing its tap dance
Like endless tears of sky above.
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I knew not that image of yours
Nor ever can see that face,
Which your mirror prefers to reflect,
Which does not resemble you
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People are not alike
Even if the colour of skin is same
Even if the colour of hair is same
And they speak in same language
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Sometimes silence is so loud and strange
And can be heard across a thousand miles
May be rain can hide those tears for a while
Which keep flowing without any constraints
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My heart is broken beyond all fix
You can attempt to make it alright
But give me time to pick the pieces
May be time will heal the wounds!
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