Vera Sidhwa Poems
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.
But I different from them,
And yet the same.
Couldn't understand that life's game,
Couldn't even spare THEM,
These very newly arrived, happy and eager ones.
Their laughter, giggles and grin,
Their baby souls with hardly a sin,
Would eventually face such challenges,
That even many adults wouldn't.
These were children of another reality.
But these children were just like others,
With conditions ...
Youth Is In Full Bloom
Now it seems to me, after youth is in full bloom,
That I have found the right key, to the locked in secret of life's room.
When I started on the roadway, I saw passers-by looking at me
And I nevcer guessed their crooked way, till youth bloomed so fully.
On one side of that roadway, I saw my friend's faces full of envy,
All seemed to look at my successful day
With masks of pleasure and insider of jealousy.