Anita Sehgal Poems
|81.||Existence - Cinquain||6/16/2013|
|82.||A Part Of The Whole||6/16/2012|
|83.||A Full Circle||7/11/2012|
|85.||A Mother's Song||4/8/2013|
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Once my house was full of people
Both young and old …
of diverse opinions and myriad temperaments.
Voices and sounds echoed all around,
Doors banged and shut, activity all around…
Where is my corner of quiet, I wondered?
Once my house was full of guests,
Glasses clinked, tables over laden..
Laughter rang out …
Merry stories exchanged and news dissected,
Each sticking vociferously to his point of view, egos clashed.
Why cannot we listen more and talk less, I wondered?
Once my house was full of children
Each child in a world of his ...
What Is It?
He had no flesh to clothe his bones.
No strength to drag this frail bag.
A terrible anguish fills my heart....
Why does he suffer so?
What tremendous burden does he carry?
That does not snap the body from the soul.