Vera Sidhwa Poems
|2.||Death Is My Friend||11/21/2011|
|4.||Children on the Streets of India||10/17/2012|
|5.||Salt and Pepper Shaker||7/11/2013|
|7.||Thorns and Wildflowers||9/21/2012|
|8.||Border in the Sand?||1/16/2013|
|9.||Fingerpads and Keypads||9/30/2012|
|11.||My Wings Won't Fly||9/18/2012|
|12.||I Am Number One||3/7/2015|
|13.||Whirrrrrrrr - Cars! ! !||9/5/2013|
|15.||He Entered Into Battle With A Blunt Edged Sword||9/11/2012|
|18.||Chaos and Commotion||11/15/2014|
He skipped twenty to the left, she hopped ten to the right.
They held hands then ran in circles,
They grabbed each other's waist, to do a silly dance.
She slipped in the sandbox, his face received a sand shower,
He sprinkled sand on her socks, she shoveled spadefuls on his shoes.
They laughed and chased each other, they made faces at each other,
They ran toward each other, they ran away from each other.