Anju Knight Poems

Thanks to God the gift I have is you
beautiful is you, laughter crowds you
happily trodding a dusty road I see you,
don't change when things do.
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I sit and dream of the day when my poetry walks on the scene,
I sit and dream of the day I stand having my poetry in your hand,
I sit and dream of the day when my poetry falls from your hands and is picked up by another,
I sit and dream.
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A fog is now my motherland
grasping furiously, her beauty evades the touch of my fingers.
Fruits of her labor is a history so bold; her story forever retold
This people so much as the dust, beat by the sun
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Do they know it will only cost happiness?
Deprived souls few as the sands free themselves
in your bar, their new homeland.
To them you are the man who has the gift in hand,
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My tower, shine your day's light, have my feet in your delight
this way they will not walk in fright, neither will they stumble with the burdens that see you eye to eye.

At night, my sisters eyes are shut tight
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On no its another word exiting oblivion
O yes its hope in sight sweet like life's first light
Whatever it is, it is.
A thousand versions of the same truth is what it is
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