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 ...
Your Halo Far Away
Look how the breeze kisses the roses so gently,
And how the green glittering leaves sing in harmony.
See the constellations stand still, for that is their fate,
Yet people look at each other with hate.
Please, aren't you coming today? Oh, I see your halo far away.
Won't you save our day, we beg you to come today.
There seems to be a tune in the air, and the birds sing as if they have no care.