He painted a picture
And proudly held it
Between his index and middle
Finger,
...
Her heart is sinking with indignant pain
And she feels life has lost its meaning
She slumps on the sofa; her mind is insane
She wonders: Are my parents divorcing?
...
Oh!
What a joy to feel the cooling zephyr!
To smell the freshness of pine fir!
To hear the morning birds chirp!
...
‘Brush your hair aside so people can see your face! ’
‘Don’t act insolent, girl, show some grace! ’
‘Household knowledge is essential for you! ’
‘For god’s sake, child, stop looking so blue! ’
...
The light shade of grey in the sky
Seems so harmless and natural
And the pedestrians are
Sauntering and humming
...
I asked God why I was not born intelligent
Why I had such level of stupidity
But God did not answer these questions I posed
And kept me waiting in anxiety
...
I told myself I would not ask questions
That were not constructive and crazy
I told myself:
Enough is enough
...
My life is filled with money
And materials aplenty
And my plastic surgery went alright
My knowledge is broadening
...
This mere child
So innocuous and blithe
So oblivious to the brutalities
Which the dark world bestowed
...
This poem tells a simple story
Of a man and his dog
A young vagrant in rags and his dog.
...
Feelings
She can speak
But she would write
No, scribble
With that box of crayons
That box of 10 crayons
And she would scribble...
Red when she is angry
Blue when she is sad
Black when she had done wrong
Yellow when she felt cheerful
Green when she felt fresh
Brown when she felt indignant
Pink when she felt light
Purple when she felt mystified
Orange when she felt optimistic
Gray when she felt empty
And her teacher saw her scribbling
And asked what she was scribbling about
And the girl showed her the crayons
But the teacher did not know
And thought the teacher:
what a withdrawn child
For the child was,
an introvert