Sandra Martyres Biography

It was a trip down memory lane
My journey on a Mumbai local train
Boarding the Ladies Compartment
I managed to land a window seat
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It’s Midnight my love
Its time for me to disappear
And leave behind my
Golden slipper
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Just a word of sincere thanks
To a friend I met on PH
One to whom I owe a huge debt
Not of the current toxic variety
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Sprightly and very much alive
For someone seventy-five
Wearing her trade mark sunglasses
To hide any trace of wrinkles
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Dear God,
Let our borrowers pay us back
We can take no more flack
We have to remain on track
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