Sunrays dying away
she sits on the cane swing
hung in the long verandah
in her old, cozy house
...
Most of them have accepted
pain as part of life
fighting malignant cells
that try to oust their existence.
...
She searches herself in him,
he in her, only the two can join.
Thoughts on wings, words mute.
Hearts swing, oneness they feel.
...
The child licks its fingers,
the plate in front of it, clean
no trace of food in it,
looks at her pleadingly
...
A song in heart,
Born in the depth of my stomach
Waits to be formed
I rush on to pen and paper,
...
The ladder I carefully held
for you to touch the summit
padding your steps with my grit.
For each step you scaled
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The courtyard is full
cluttered with sentiments,
sighs and plastic chairs.
He enters the house
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This dusk so still and chill
I sit at the doorway
Thoughts triggered
I sink to myself
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War is the boss at my shoulder
we being best friends
though not an impartial judge
who does not play any games
...
The white rose in the painted mud pot
in the front porch
first bud of it in half bloom
smiles pleasantly, infant-like;
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