Roann Mendriq Poems

While our great city revels, in neon bright lights,
Our villages struggle, with darkness at nights;
Where oil lamps are scarce, and tubelights are dear,
pitch darkness brings crime, and a desperate fear.
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Light splashes around us, all through the year,
dispelling shadows and casting out fear;
Yet we are mournful and wallow in dark,
Blind to the radiance in each tiny spark.
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Kites sprinkled lightly on a tree,
all tangled in a bid to fly
upon the wind like confetti,
into a bright blue Indian sky!
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Skies are dark and dull and grey
on this second cloudy day;
Trees stand still only to sigh
in silence at the empty sky.
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Beyond the street, a tree once stood,
Majestic, tall and dignified;
She was murdered for her wood,
For man's greed, she suffered died.
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Like a lady changes dresses
The pipal sheds her neon leaves;
With the help of winds caresses,
she dons a gown with russet sleeves.
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"Oh no! we've changed from green to brown! "
The little leaves wailed in a pout;
Till Mother Tree in russet gown,
explained what change was all about...
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Sky longed to reach his Earth below,
Earth yearned to be at one with Sky;
Yet, it could never be although
Sky loved Earth enough to die.
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Can you hear the first rains falling,
bringing with it monsoon scents?
Just as if the earth is calling
us to pray with sweet incense...
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Hear the gentle first rains falling,
softly as a whispered song;
Hear the happy sparrows calling,
sweetly as they sing along!
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