Biography of Sandra Martyres
Sandra Martyres Poems
Down Memory Lane - In A Local Train
It was a trip down memory lane My journey on a Mumbai local train Boarding the Ladies Compartment I managed to land a window seat
A Humble Poetic Tribute
Just a word of sincere thanks To a friend I met on PH One to whom I owe a huge debt Not of the current toxic variety
A Banker's Prayer
Dear God, Let our borrowers pay us back We can take no more flack We have to remain on track
It’s Midnight my love Its time for me to disappear And leave behind my Golden slipper
A Mysterious Neighbour
Sprightly and very much alive For someone seventy-five Wearing her trade mark sunglasses To hide any trace of wrinkles
When all else fails The Economists look to The alphabets for inspiration Will the economic recovery be V shaped?
On Throwing A Shoe Or Two
The Simple art of throwing a shoe Has really caught the imagination Of quite a few History says that the Russians were
A Special Prayer
To you O Lord we send Up a special prayer Shower your blessings aplenty On this young and lovely lady
A Lost Poodle
He walked through the woods With a flickering lantern In search of his white poodle The little dog had strayed away
Sitting alone at twilight On the waters edge Watching the waves Lash the shore
A Candle Goes Out
When the cruel winds of change Blew over his household Leaving the family in dire straits He never once grumbled
A Celebration Gone Wrong...
A trendy new restaurant In a chic part of the city The family was celebrating The arrival of their new puppy
I cannot relax and read a book There is always dinner to cook I cannot think of staring into space I may miss a chance in the rat race
Vibgyor - A Splash Of Colour
The lovely fragrance of flowers Pervades the whole atmosphere Ceramic pots of little violets hang Against the indigo coloured screens
Dad, we watched you wither away
All of eighty kilos by night and day
The one and only saving grace,
Was your ever smiling face.
While we reached the depths of despair,
You calmly declared that life was not always fair.
Despite the breathlessness and the pain,
Never did you really complain.