Vera Sidhwa Poems

Guess what happened to me?
A thing I could not describe.
A thing I could not write.
A thing I couldn't sing out right.
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The building spoke to me!
In degrees of steel and concrete be.
It spoke of arriving and leaving time.
It meant this work was destined to end.
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The stand before the fall,
Felt nothing much for me.
The fall and it's hurt,
Meant different things to me.
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I swooped down,
To scoop up the unruly papers,
On the floor.
It was so windy,
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The rainforest's green,
It's lion's growly roar,
And it's screeching parrots.
It drank some acid rain today.
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I walked through the forests of the cars.
It made me think of this Earth,
Seeming going forward,
Then backward.
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I played on the playground today,
And ran and ran and ran.
I basked in the sun's ray,
Without permission or advice.
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Yesterday I flung a fistful of stars,
On you and you smiled so much.
Today I did the same,
But no such.
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In the depth of water,
I realized through my reflection,
That life was really good,
That life was playful and fine.
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Storyteller, tell us our story,
The only one we wish to hear.
The storyteller knew their own,
Stories they held dear.
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