I am a work of art I chase not the youth I merrily reside through my growth Refined and reformed to reach my abodesikiladi Each strand of grey led me to pray Each silver strand taught me to firmly stand Each wrinkle on my face Taught me to live with His Gracesikiladi Each fold on … Continue reading As I Age!
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Nature’s Trail (87): Swans
Swans! Kissing each other Searching for food They peep under water The grey dainty Swan And the white velvety one! Sikiladi
Nature’s Trail (73)
The trail of grey Came with a sway Swallowed the sun In its emergence halfway Sikiladi
I Am Tired
The simple dreams and all freedom of the docile Indian daughter in law or wife in the conservative families still exist like some distant wish. This poem speaks of the feelings of many such women who dare not break free yet strive for the day they have their own identity. I am tired to … Continue reading I Am Tired
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