Vera Sidhwa


Books - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

They were in my mind,
They were in my my heart.
I had them in my soul.
They played out in my life's role.

No matter which book I yesterday read,
On so many paths it lead.
'How can all these words,
Be about me, '
I said.

The book was all about me,
But it was all about you,
T'was all about everyone,
It was about everything.

It was a book.
The words of an author.
Words from many authors,
Books different from each other.

Words of now.
Words of eternity.
Words that did allow.
Words with no permission.
Words without submission.

Pretty books that I ever saw
Yes, I was lucky to have them.

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Comments about Books by Vera Sidhwa

  • Veteran Poet - 1,276 Points Shahzia Batool (5/11/2013 9:45:00 PM)

    oh good! it is a different approach to handle the topic, not different i mean but differently handled...beautiful little poems! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013


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