Glory Sasikala Poems

Consuming my soul is a flame
Burning, burning
Till I am nothing but a burning flame.
While the hand that lit me has long since gone,
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GLORY TO PIGEON:
Greedy Pigeon!
Don't fight with your wife!
Give her some rice
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He stood there leaning over,
With arm against darkened tree,
While she ran across, light and swift,
Anxious - and yet glad to be free.
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Somewhere in the innumerous rituals that surrounded your death
and the selfish demands of the living
and in the midst of the abuse
and in the lack of light in your eyes and your perfunctory nods that reiterated your indifference again and again...
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one who was so good at
swallowing feelings
facing life with stoic acceptance
how easily I laugh nowadays!
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Moon had seen it all, it was time to make amends
spread her gentle moonlight before darkness descends
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Milestones can be homeward
Kissing can be a bite
Laughing can be silence
And wrong can be right
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don't we all know
how to live in a shell -
secretly alive...
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Let me put you on the slope of a hill..

Green Grass Meadow
Buttercups and Daisies
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