Mira Midha

I remember myself as a young girl
Peering from behind a white door,
Toes curled on carpet floor,
Staring at mother,
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There lies a box of lacquered gold,
Carved with an ivory rose,
It rests upon a wooden shelf
Filled with words of those
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Sunshine….
Or is it just a reflection
Emanating from my mind,
Through glass
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When I was a child
I had many fears,
As many others did,
But I hid
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And so we meet again.
Down a road, around a bend.
Maybe…..
I'll have a different face,
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I would still like to talk to you….
And silence answered,
‘I have nothing to say that can be heard,
But in my quietness I say a thousand words.'
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I walk into a room,
Bare yet not stark
But for an easel in a corner dark.
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Leave my boots by the foot of my bed,
And let it not be said
That the soles who wore have lost their tread,
For that is not so, shall never be,
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Walk along in my stride,
Parallel, but by my side,
Not behind
For then I cannot see
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What is it that woke me this summer morn?
That subdued tint of ray
As it plays the sky
Still shy?
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Why me…..?
Cried the tree,
Can you not let me be.
The earth my home
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Free river free,
No barrier holds your waters,
No bias stems your flow,
Unhindered,
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Crescent moon painted on a dimmed blue sky,
Monsoon clouds pass by,
Eventide and a song sunset,
The tall fir tree silhouettes,
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Foggy hues screen the skies,
Amid winter white on yonder high.
Frosty bites and rosy cheeks,
Huddling blankets, wooly sheep.
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Early in the morn,
Just after the sun hath shed
Its night vestments at dawn,
Lend your ear to a birdsong
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Standing is symbolic of life itself,
Open space is just a distance
Between you and someone else,
In the empty sound
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Streets alive with a tawdry glitz
Of lurid shine,
And boisterous jarring of melody
That mingles with a rhyme
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Death of a farmer
Her eyes desolate,
Not unlike the barren land of her birth,
Where there is no dearth
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I hear soft laments amongst ageing leaves,
Whisperings carried by an autumn breeze,
They say that we had lived our day,
Time to bid farewell and on our way.
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