Vera Sidhwa


Vera Sidhwa Poems

1. They Came Raging -new- 3/23/2017
2. These Palm Trees -new- 3/23/2017
3. I Though Globally 10/28/2015
4. When I Called You 10/29/2015
5. This Man And This Woman 3/23/2015
6. Man And Woman 3/23/2015
7. God Told Me Today 1/11/2016
8. What I Did Today 1/12/2016
9. She Yelled At Me 1/12/2016
10. Battering 1/12/2016
11. I Lived In This World 1/13/2016
12. This World 1/13/2016
13. Oh The Scent Of A Rose 1/13/2016
14. Sent Of A Rose 1/13/2016
15. Garden Of Broken Dreams 1/14/2016
16. If I Only Knew 1/14/2016
17. Leaves Under The Trees 1/15/2016
18. Never Ending 1/15/2016
19. I Am Your Poetry Girl 1/16/2016
20. I Submit To You 1/16/2016
21. Three Times? 1/18/2016
22. I Once Thought 1/18/2016
23. I Dreamed 1/18/2016
24. I Dreamed Once 1/18/2016
25. That Girl Informed Me 1/20/2016
26. That Puzzle 1/20/2016
27. The Rule 1/21/2016
28. I Made Mistakes Galore 1/21/2016
29. God Made It That Way 1/22/2016
30. Thought 1/22/2016
31. Compassionate 1/23/2016
32. Fire 1/23/2016
33. What Do You Want? 1/25/2016
34. Negotiate 1/25/2016
35. Guided 1/26/2016
36. Grey 1/26/2016
37. That Needle 1/27/2016
38. The Paper Flower 1/27/2016
39. Flowers Many 1/30/2016
40. What Do You Want From Me? 1/30/2016
Best Poem of Vera Sidhwa

Children On The Streets Of India

The girl of twelve told me,
A different but then the same story,
That boy of four told me,
His idea of what life should be.


But I different from them,
And yet the same.
Couldn't understand that life's game,
Couldn't even spare THEM,
These very newly arrived, happy and eager ones.


Their laughter, giggles and grin,
Their baby souls with hardly a sin,
Would eventually face such challenges,
That even many adults wouldn't.


These were children of another reality.
But these children were just like others,
With conditions ...

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Tropical City

Speak to me of youth, and breezes warmed by the sun
The breezes that falter down cool alleys
In the city built in the sun

Speak to me of flower vendors, and the beggar boys that run
The old ones who stagger through dusty roads
Of a city built in the sun

And I'll tell you of a hundred days when I wished all was well

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