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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required WHIRLPOOLS You were born Into broad daylight Tears of joy and fragrance, Of tender love- Flowing to my veins, your soft skin Anointing a life time fulfilment. You swam on all fours Lisping in my lap. A bout of fever, you lay still Shuddered as my hot tears fell on you I sat by your side, days and nights Serenades and holy oils and fastings. In new pinafore and jacket We went to school Your cries- Kind nun put you on my chest. You grew up, your mother Shedding her love from heaven- Often you pushed me to a corner When I plucked you from thorny shrubs. Unfriendly magnetic field, At the expense of peace. You taught me new lessons Came home with a boy friend Painfully I saw you moving away Your way unknown to me, Smiled like a clown devouring Fire balls. Know not the current pulling you Clatter of cut glass on porch Mole hills stood up between us. Late arrivals, combined studies End up in separate compartments. Time fled, laying myself down I read your mind Not the creepy chillness of old age home Take me to the other strata of Time Set a pyre, let the goat caught in shrubs be free Tie me, sacrificial prey, up With tenderness in heart, for old times sake Put knife on me, oozing blood Dries in pyre, orange flames Cross the phase of Time Get back to the abode of peace Grass lands, full of life Full of colour.
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