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I Saw This Empty Vessel

I saw the Earth's reflectance,
In the ocean's expanse.
The mountains nearby were sublime.

The ocean reflected the sky's expanse.
The sky an empty vessel.
This empty vessel I looked up to,
Everyday of my awestruck life.

I began to wonder who made all this,
And the answer didn't seem anywhere in sight.
I could only see the vessel of white.

I one day took a walk under the sky,
As screeching seagulls flew sweetly by,
And I, I proclaimed...
That the empty looking vessel was really full.
Vera Sidhwa



The Rabbit

The rabbit thought he was so fast,
That he was the best.
He ran as fast as he could,
Through out the woods.

His speed may have gotten him somewhere,
But he never knew where he really was,
Till one day a child re-directed him,
By telling him to slow down.

Now a rabbit would never slow down,
But when a did for the child's sake,
He enjoyed his trek through his woods,
Much more.
Vera Sidhwa



Children on the Streets of India

The girl of twelve told me,
A different but then the same story,
That boy of four told me,
His idea of what life should be.

But I different from them,
And yet the same.
Couldn't understand that life's game,
Couldn't even spare THEM,
These very newly arrived, happy and eager ones.

Their laughter, giggles and grin,
Their baby souls with hardly a sin,
Would eventually face such challenges,
That even many adults wouldn't.

These were children of another reality.
But these children were just like others,
With conditions laid harshly down on them,
And called to live up to them,
If they could.

The pavement children of India watched,
The world swirl around them.
Yet they were not a part of that motion.
Their own world stood still, every minute and hour.

These children's eyes looked far away,
That was not a child's mode.
These children's eyes looked hungry,
For that food in that beggar's bowl.

I stood next to them,
I sat next to them.
I looked at them.
Then I did not looked at them.

I looked at them.
They looked at me.

Then for that one quantum which seemed an eternity,
My heart's soul shrieked.
Walking away from them,
Never resolving their angst,
Not knowing how to.

I now saw from the
Salty wet curtains of my eyes,
A small boy running to me,
With arms full of garlands and presents.

He with no possessions,
Bestowed gifts on me.
He with no possessions,
Smiled and smiled gleefully.

With the hugs he received at the airport's tarmac,
I turned my back to him to board my plane.
Back to the U.S.,
Never again to be the same.

Then returning a year later with toys,
Candies and smiles for India's children again.
Vera Sidhwa




My secret was that I was born.
No one knew of my birth.
No one knew my worth.
I was born in a Third World nation.

My secret was that I grew into an older child.
No one knew of my adolescence.
No one knew I was God's worth.
I grew up in a Third World nation.

My secret was that I became an adult.
No one knew that I grew up.
No one knew I was God's grown-up child.
I grew up in a Third World nation.

My nation's populace was one billion.
Vera Sidhwa
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