Lalithashree Ganesh Poems

Let it flow from your veins
As blood
As wine from berries
As strength from a Mother
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She is going, going
Going into the pink blush of the Earth
The peacock waits
Looks
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The weather is dry and warm,
On the street, there are dry fruits from Kabul
And Pakistani pomegranates, ruby red.
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Two Lizards fell
from a tired ceiling
after a warm sunny chase
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A certain place
With a certain order
Went all haywire
when the weather changed.
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The highwaywoman came riding
Riding, riding
Upon her black bike
From far, far, far away.
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She was just a baby,
when
He found Her...
perhaps
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We burn
like melting ice
on a coal fire.
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When I write
I place the world
Inside my pocket
And let the pen decide,
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Roar, roar, uproar
the wind ROARED
above
and beyond.
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