Sandra Martyres Poems

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
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It’s Midnight my love
Its time for me to disappear
And leave behind my
Golden slipper
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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
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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
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Sprightly and very much alive
For someone seventy-five
Wearing her trade mark sunglasses
To hide any trace of wrinkles
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Dear God,
Let our borrowers pay us back
We can take no more flack
We have to remain on track
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When all else fails
The Economists look to
The alphabets for inspiration
Will the economic recovery be V shaped?
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The Simple art of throwing a shoe
Has really caught the imagination
Of quite a few
History says that the Russians were
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When the cruel winds of change
Blew over his household
Leaving the family in dire straits
He never once grumbled
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He walked through the woods
With a flickering lantern
In search of his white poodle
The little dog had strayed away
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