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Best Poems From
VERA SIDHWA
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Girl in Motion
A girl in motion with bouncy hair,
Wearing a flouncy dress.
Running through her house so quick.
Giggling as she did.
This girl in motion ran downstairs,
In a twisty hoppy way,
She giggled while giggling, as if to say,
Life is a party, life is a fun stay.
Now she ran through fields and forests,
Fields of the floral kind,
Forests of the densest kind.
Her laughter resonated everywhere.
This happy girl now reached,
The grainy beige beach.
With vanilla milkshake surf.
That girl used to having fun,
Laughed and screamed in the surf and the sun.
The laughter of her life,
Caused others' to laugh,
She showed everyone,
How instead of running,
To find happiness.
You should feel happiness during the run.
Vera Sidhwa
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HIMALAYAS IV REPORTING TO YOU IN R E A L T I M E POETRY FORM
HIMALAYAS IV REPORTING TO YOU IN R E A L T I M E POETRY FORM
Plane descending slow,
Over the rivers and tributaries' glow
But why
Dry?
Dehra Dun, India's monsoon,
I didn't come by one month soon.
My plane "Jet Airways, " coming down upon,
The most beauteous valleys, forest and mountains,
And the Indian sun's dawn.
In one of the languages I had forgotton about Dehra Dun,
My mind said, "mehra, mehra Dehra Dun, buhooth soondur hey."
So feeling a jolt from Jet Airways landing, I knew the lyrics I had just made up,
Was true to my heart, would be true to anyone's heart.
My, my Dehra Dun is so beautiful.
One tiny shock arose out of my mind,
When the taxi driver turned his wheel around the mountain bend.
Over fields of yellow flowers, surrounded by impenetrable forests,
This scene my mind send,
Out of it's trajectory.
Not wanting to accept.
No, this would not happen in the Dehra Dun Valley,
The valley of light."
Yet two highway bridges about to connect,
Would bring traffic in a land that doesn't know much,
About carbon monoxide and such.
"He'd be a poor man, if he didn't see an eagle fly. Rocky Mountain High Colorado."
And so Mr. John Denver, we don't want to damage the Himalayas and valleys either.
Though progress was here in bigger sized cars,
And my taxi driver driving me near and far,
In that unique near collision, weaving traffic of India,
Where two trucks would be driving straight towards your cab,
But the cab with a motorbike would circumfrent the trucks.
I never resisted or held the handle tight,
This celestially directed traffic marvel didn't cause a fright,
Because I was used to it.
Even arriving from the United States of America,
To India,
After after more than thirty decades.
The winding forest laid mountains and valleys of Mussuri and Simla,
And Robber's Cave's flooded with a stream's water,
Holding hands with the taxi driver, so as not to submerge in the bubbly,
So wide stream,
So I would not break my head and scream.
But corporations on Rajpur Road astounded the seer.
From McDonalds to Intel to Mobile Store to Cannon,
To too many to memorize,
Yet mixed in with academies of myriads and research labs.
Ah yes, Dehra Dun turned into the capital of it's state.
Yet with a view of Mt. Everest.
With Dehra Dun's highly rainforested mountains and valleys,
I so wish it the very best.
NEXT REAL TIME COMING UP. I'M STILL HERE. IT'S 5: 01
PM, 1st November,12. Writing from HINDUSTAN (India)
N A M A S T E
Vera Sidhwa
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WILDFIRE
The border of this fire crackled and snapped.
It's undulating movement that moved
All over the earth's body.
It's leaping orange and red intertwined,
This fire in all it's glory made me scream.
It made me heat up, this fire of old and fire of new.
This fire's constant singing made me wonder how it had a voice.
But it did, sometimes lower and sometimes higher, and then
So high.
This fire was nature's mischief maker and he made mischief.
Of all the leaves, branches and trees around him,
And he made mischief on me.
One day I disclosed to all my friends,
This fire was not a true fire.
It didn't burn down anything,
But it so excited me that it did burn my heart.
It excited my whole body and burned through my soul.
This fire just lit up my life.
But this wildfire was no ordinary fire.
This wildfire was my lover.
For this there was no other.
For his mother had named my lover Wildfire.
Watching his antics and speeding around on the playground,
I'll always hold Wildfire tightly in my arms because he's so hot.
Vera Sidhwa
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Black Against White
White points of stars in the ebony
Vastness of space.
Black silhouettes of trees against
A stark white sheet of sky.
Medodious and beautiful,
Nature does not lie.
A small sphere crowded with people
Who are sons and daughters of nature.
People not in harmony with each other,
People black and white,
Engaged in a constant race,
And always inclined to fight.
Vera Sidhwa
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