Valsa George Poems

I saw....
Two black crystal balls
Rimmed with white
Reflecting an indefinable emotion
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Applied rouge on the cheeks
Tied a glittering necklace round the neck
Putting heavy makeup,
Over the stubble on her shaven chin,
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Far away in ancient Jerusalem
Stood a garden, long, long ago
Home to giant oaks and figs
And plants and shrubs of every kind.
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December is here with Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison camp
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For long, my house has been lying deserted
My gate has not been opened wide to let in anyone
No guest has so far come to visit me
Tired of distant wanderings
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Our Merciful God, with benevolent care
Guards our little lives from above
Sing ye, praise unto the Lord
For He is the mighty reservoir of love
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I know some deep pain saddens you
It has been nesting in your heart for long
Breeding in the silence of your soul
It leaves furrows on your brow
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‘What a piece of work is a man! '
……… ………
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? '
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She leaned on her stick like the Tower of Pisa
Her bones, porous and brittle, might break any day
She is all alone, her husband dead and gone
Her only son, years before, shot down by a gun
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After many cold winters, they met again,
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night
Though they had planned it over many a time
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years
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