Tag poem

In the backdrop of sunset
You became a fire.
I jumped into it,
Lonely,
We enjoyed the life,
Enjoyed the waves,
Sea turns calm.
The dark came.
We became
Invisible.
(A poem by Anita)
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Night became
A white skirf.
& she tried to cover
Her privacy
With that.
But her master had
Thrown it to dark.
Told,
"Where there is poverty,
There is no privacy."
(A poem by Anita)
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LOSING FREEDOM
by anita19f
07/13/2008 - 19:34
But I cannot see the sky of my own.
My hands & legs are free to move;
But I can't go anywhere I like.
I can't see whatever I like to see;
I can't read whatever I like to read.
My voice is free;
But I can't say anything against them.
When I see my image
In the mirror of my mind
I get myself
In a jail,
A jail made by them,
Where I have
No freedom.
(A poem by Anita)
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SECRETLY MY MIND GOES TO MY HOME
by anita19f
07/12/2008 - 15:01
The home, which I liked most,
The scene comes to my mind fresh:
My mother is praynig to God there
For welfare of the home
& for his son & daughters &
for the soul of our deceased father.
Brother is reading the textbooks
Preparing his next day class.
Two sisters working in kitchen
Making the food for night.
Oh my all family is there
& I m so away from them.
I secretly fells my tear here.
O' my mom, brother & sisters,
I wd soon come there.
(A poem by Anita)
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She dreamt a dream –
Of a prince
Who came to her
& kissed her.
Then he tried to
Find her secrecies
She tried to hide herself
By her two hands;
But prince removed her hands
& opened her secrecies
Her love also
Got up from sleep.
She accepted
The love of the prince.
Both got married then.
(A poem by Anita)
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YELLOW BIRDS
by anita19f
07/07/2008 - 15:49
Came to our paddy fields.
Paddies were growing
& flourishing in the fields.
We all were thinking to harvest
Good crops this year.
But yellow birds
Has swallowed most of the crops.
The remains only we got.
We don’t know
How we would pass the year
With this much little rice!!!
(A poem by Anita)
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