RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Depravation and poverty in India is surpassed only by it's
abundant beauty found everywhere you travel there.

Agriculture spreading crops across the land, being nourish-
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Traveling by train across India, seeing the countryside
in all it's stark beauty, standing out upon photographic
screens now.
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Fertile fields growing crops, rice paddy's, everywhere,
dirt piled around them to hold the irrigation in, en-
abling crops to grow abundantly.
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Living in the peace of my soul as I travel by train across
India, being tantalized and allured by the simplicity of
life being lived here in a solitary state of mind.
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Watching landscapes passing me by, seeing the stark pov-
erty of a gentle and generous people, going unrecognized
by the rest of the world.
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Listening to my music as I travel forward to South India
to my friend's eldest son's house, loving this journey
on a train, an experience that will never be forgotten.
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Listening to rhythms as they fill my mind with joy and
enthusiasm, triggering an interior waterfall of sound,
flowing automatically inward.
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Silent, peaceful dreams enter this poetical mind at
various times, giving an enticing and flavorful ex-
citement that adds to this rhythmic poetry.
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Pages and pages of ideas vibrating from intellect,
taking me on excursions of flight throughout India,
and into dimensions not attained elsewhere.
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Lost in thought all through the night, wandering in
the bleakness of it in my life, autumnal leaves of
memories falling gently from trees.
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