Sandra Martyres Poems

In this wild corporate jungle,
You just cannot afford to bungle.
It is a dangerous game of snakes & ladders
The players being cobras or even worse - adders?
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Wining and dining
At the Ritz Carlton Hotel
Sign of affluence
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At the break of dawn
We awaken to the music of
Migratory birds chirping away happily
These colorful little creatures
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Huge waves approach us
Menacingly from the seas
Like a tsunami
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It was the Mumbai Street Children's
Talent scouting evening out
We gave them a canvas,
An easel and a box of paints
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The seas were beckoning him
Or so he genuinely believed
They helped him introspect
About his present loneliness
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Abracadabra, all I need is my magic wand
To take me away from chaos and danger
So that I will no longer need to wander
In search of a new home and a new wife
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Matchmaker, matchmaker
Find me a match- a good catch
I have no warts nor a freckled face
I can try to be the picture of grace
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