Vera Sidhwa Poems

The rock band sang a song today.
They sang about tragedy.
The sang about play.
This rock band's tune was twisted.
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I spoke of mountains and rivers.
I spoke of fields and flowers.
I spoke of fragrant grasses,
And I painted jungles and forests.
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He made cars and turbines,
Motivated man,
He made trains and bikes.
He had to for his ambition's sake.
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The line challenged me.
It did everyday.
It told me which side to be on,
And which side to not.
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The eye of the hurricane,
Ran along with it,
The hurricane carrying with it,
The universe it traversed.
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When I was a little girl,
My lawn was my living room,
With a lush green carpet,
And one blade of grass to bloom.
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The start of the start,
Benefited the story,
And set it right,
In it's direction.
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Deep blue embedded into a charmed sky,
So twilight spoke of night coming.
The night came slowly in different coloring.
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I walked in the Garden of Life,
And at first didn't know,
Which way to go.
I went through lush flower forests.
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Those footsteps went,
Around my house.
They went in cicles,
And I did wonder.
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