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Dorothy Sinha Poems
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings- A Tribu...
I live in a house; Drawn curtains landscaped garden, - A picture of content
The last time they smiled, Its been a while Neither do they laugh Secretly rolling in laughter, they pretend to cough
I hobbled onto a chair with raised legs All I wanted was to gobble some eggs
The impeccable resonance.. is when I writhe in pain the thin string
'Oh, dear don't run away in fear come here close by, near'
A Walk In My Valley
The summers are brittle in my valley covered in red laterite dust there’s water little
Once upon a time There was a duck who craved to a porcupine Together they became a “duckupine”, Grammar wise, guess, that’s fine!
Red socks and red shoes, loafing in a fair Enjoying delicacies, savoring my share Girls with sugar candies, flowers in their hair Giggling women selling their fare
The Night Watchman
'Wifey', cried the owl Serene is thy howl You're the best singer in town He added with a frown
There is a Bakula tree, right before my home shelters a thousand birds and a garden gnome
I rested against the trunk of the old oak the grass beside me curved through all slopes The sun rising in the distant valley
The nip in the air bites into my skin I snuggle closer to him “Santa's in town” says grandpa
What’s the point if it has no dimension only position?
Tonight, I wish I could sleep on a bundle of hay carefree and gay I may even croon
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings- A Tribute To Maya Angelou
I live in a house;
- A picture of content
My restless soul
The pages of my dreams;
For a wayward trout
Over precarious ledges
And a dancing stream;
Spends sleepless nights on dried grass
A canopy of stars
A gentle breeze, rustling leaves;
Is music to my ears
Do you not miss the warmth of a home?
Your comfort zone?
at heart; how do I live days in oblivion?
I pen my thoughts
To untie the knots
Is this why the caged bird sings