Namratha Swamy Poems

I have seen her pause
Pause often as she can
Pause for a breath
Amidst her chores
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Every morning he rises slowly from the lap of the ocean
awakening her from her mindful sleep.

As the warmth of his being spreads across her person,
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The more I think the more certain I am
what I am today nobody cares or knows.
Foresaken like a memory lost
I've stopped breathing into the oblivion of my shadows tost!
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I broke the ties of yesterday
that bound my feet
and there I was
ready to soar again
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Bird's Nest

A little picture haunts me
again and again and again.
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Taken aback today when my little girl said
I want to grow up and be SILENT, I screamed!

What? Speak up!
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My child once asked me
what color is the ocean,
the mountain,
and the moon
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The ticking of the little clock
filled the noisy room
seeming so loud,
like a galloping horse
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Sneaking behind the highest mountains,
the tangerine sun kisses the sleeping skies.
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The foamy waves lashing to the shore
makes my feet wobbly and cold
yet Istand there against the tide
waiting for a signal from the other side!
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