Mira Midha Poems

I remember myself as a young girl
Peering from behind a white door,
Toes curled on carpet floor,
Staring at mother,
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There lies a box of lacquered gold,
Carved with an ivory rose,
It rests upon a wooden shelf
Filled with words of those
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Sunshine….
Or is it just a reflection
Emanating from my mind,
Through glass
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When I was a child
I had many fears,
As many others did,
But I hid
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And so we meet again.
Down a road, around a bend.
Maybe…..
I'll have a different face,
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I would still like to talk to you….
And silence answered,
‘I have nothing to say that can be heard,
But in my quietness I say a thousand words.'
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I walk into a room,
Bare yet not stark
But for an easel in a corner dark.
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Leave my boots by the foot of my bed,
And let it not be said
That the soles who wore have lost their tread,
For that is not so, shall never be,
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Walk along in my stride,
Parallel, but by my side,
Not behind
For then I cannot see
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What is it that woke me this summer morn?
That subdued tint of ray
As it plays the sky
Still shy?
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