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Vera Sidhwa Poems
Death Is My Friend
Death is my friend. We lie together on the ocean blown sand. He is my gentle guide and saint.
Ah green, I love my green. It's the traffic light's nicest scene. Green is a traffic dream. You can always keep driving, driving, driving.
Bees, birds, bugs and bobcats, Mice, rats, rabbits and wildcats, Blossoms, bunnies and bladder pods, Ducks, bulrushes and butterflies.
Children On The Streets Of India
The girl of twelve told me, A different but then the same story, That boy of four told me, His idea of what life should be.
Salt And Pepper Shaker
Salt and pepper shaker, Talk to me a lot, Whether the customer, Advice sought.
Thorns And Wildflowers
Does it seem that this field, Laden with wild thorns and wildflowers, Mean that thorns would gain power, Over freshly blooming petals,
Fingerpads And Keypads
Fingerpads and keypads, In rapid fluttering motion, Moved the story along, As if they knew it's way.
Border In The Sand?
I slid around the wet sand's, Border between it and I.
I once met you, in the middle of a forest. I pretended I didn't see you. Your garb so beautiful, your voice so sweet. It made your grace so complete.
My laughter resounded through the trees, Then bent around the stream. This laughter had turned to tears, When disturbed by a bad dream.
My Wings Won'T Fly
My wings flew fast yesterday. But today they won't flutter or fly. The regimented structure, Makes me loudly cry,
I Am Number One
I ran a race in time, Though it was hard to run. The time passed fast, I couldn't keep up the run.
Whirrrrrrrr - Cars! ! !
I rode in my mommy's car. The other cars drove by. The others cars made a whirring sound. My mommy's car made me sigh.
Through the wispy summer haze, My eyes beheld the colors, Of ice-cream cones, Melting in hot sultry days.
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Death Is My Friend
Death is my friend.
We lie together on the ocean blown sand.
He is my gentle guide and saint.
He's rocked in my arms, and burrowed in my heart.
I found him playing in my crade, when I was just born.
Death is so loved by me,
Even his non-living ways.
As living as I may be,
Death has seen life and death.
Because I have death glam,
My friend looks sweet.
I lie underneath the apple tree with a heart beating
With one whose heartbeat doesn't exist.
But now I must stand up and leave him be,
So I walk in the opposite ...