Vera Sidhwa Poems

Bats and butterflies,
Flew crazyily in my brain,
Then outside in my garden, just the same.
Darting revved up through black rain.
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I opened the door,
And took a sneak peak
At this morning's world
What it would bring me.
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Seemingly turbulent in the sea,
But is it really so?
For water ifself is not life,
But is that really so?
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Oh, I don't see the light,
For it is sparkling too bright.

Oh, I don't like to
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Yeah, we took pot then,
And got clubbed by the police.
You know what we called them?
Fascist, racist pigs.
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He looks up and sees a twinkling star,
The heavens are still,
And the night is profound
And the trees sway gently
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Tick tock went the clock,
And so did Johnny Bottomrock.

Ding dong went the gong
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White points of stars in the ebony
Vastness of space.
Black silhouettes of trees against
A stark white sheet of sky.
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She stepped one forward and screamed at him,
Now her hatred for him steamed from her head.
Now her face turned anger red.
Then with a twist, her feet turned around.
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One orange fruit, two red ones, three yellow fruits,
And three light yellow ones placed in the roundness of a bowl.
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