Dorothy Sinha

I live in a house;
Drawn curtains
landscaped garden,
- A picture of content
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The last time they smiled, Its been a while
Neither do they laugh
Secretly rolling in laughter, they pretend to cough
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one fell to the ground every now and then..
the rust earth covered with yellow flowers
carelessly strewn
Yet how carefully made..
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I hobbled
onto a chair with raised legs
All I wanted was to gobble
some eggs
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The impeccable resonance..
is when
I writhe in pain
the thin string
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The summers are brittle
in my valley
covered in red laterite dust
there’s water little
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'Oh, dear
don't run away in fear
come here
close by, near'
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He’s built a machine
Has young and old gushing
Ever since he was born
“He’s a genius” said all
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Tonight, I wish I could sleep on a bundle of hay
carefree and gay
I may
even croon
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What’s the point
if it has no dimension
only position?
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The nip in the air bites into my skin
I snuggle closer to him
“Santa's in town”
says grandpa
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I rested against the trunk of the old oak
the grass beside me
curved through all slopes
The sun rising in the distant valley
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There is a Bakula tree,
right before my home
shelters a thousand birds
and a garden gnome
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'Wifey', cried the owl
Serene is thy howl
You're the best singer in town
He added with a frown
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Red socks and red shoes, loafing in a fair
Enjoying delicacies, savoring my share
Girls with sugar candies, flowers in their hair
Giggling women selling their fare
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