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Dirty rotten scum
to take the life of an innocent one
torn away from my childhood
but not yet thrown into adulthood
you've given me a life of pain
certain to only knowing, that never
again, will the days be the same
but I have found my new freedom
here, within these mighty walls
known as Gods kingdom
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Blackberries big as my thumb
Grew along our country lane
I'd fill a pail for my Mom
For her to deal with
She'd fix blackberries with cream
And jams for her fresh baked bread
Plus luscious blackberry pies
Gratifying me
Placed No. 2 Sara Kendrick's "A Pleasant Childhood Memory" Contest - June 2012
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I love her deeper than my lack of affection
Although spoken from my lips, meaningless
Constant mishaps produce my indivisibility
So desperate to be seen yet outside her scope
My heartbeat mistaken for a hummingbird’s wings
Heightened senses yet weakened knees
Like a childhood memory she is engraved in my mind
Her name etched on every passing breath
Another interaction but a lack of substance
Consumed by rejection my fears are assured
Hopeful my glance will catch a glance in reply
Tomorrow she will pass again, and again, I will say nothing.
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I do not know?
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She Couldn't Save a Devil's Soul
she was so young and so sweet with a heart that felt very deep
from a childhood of despair, easy prey in his snare
he saw a target she'll be perfect, he'll make her think he's worth it
Slowly he earns her trust, then break her down he must
Quickly he shows his temper, still she doesn't make a whimper
She tries to see past his mistakes, just do what ever it takes
Still her tears are ignored, he is so angry she's became a bore
Soon she realizes she can't stay, he will always be this way
none if it she could control, she couldn't save a devils soul
Valarie Miller
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To be cover in calm, with stillness, your sanity
Breathe deep, feeling your insides dissipate what stirs so violently inside
Follow Love, with your partner to inhale life fully
Run without breath so as not to inhale life
Lay down in fear from the warmth of love
Push away what is precious so as not to hold it
With time slipping from the hands of the clock
Grimace in pain as we lost our grip
Fall into the hand that will lay to rest
The pain that surrounds your childhood unrest
Caress the thoughts out, in kindness and warmth to you
Reveal all, to the one, who can help you
Secure yourself, so our hands can hold each other
Securely attached once more
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You're my last childhood love
I don't want to lose you at any cost
You are not only you
You are my past memories, I can see myself into you my last childhood love
If you gone, I could never love someone, like I love you
You are like my last fund
Which I have invested throughout my life after many hardships...
You are like the place I went after everytime I faced sadness and happiness...
My last childhood love you are like a old friend to me who knows everything about me and keeps it a secret..
My last childhood love you are most beautiful most perfect and most original to me than anyone else in this world...
My last childhood love you are the last person who can complete my life and give a meaning to it..
My last childhood love you are like, who was always there for me even before my birth and will stay with me even after my death...
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i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere
a storm brewing
inside i’m darker
i’ve sailed these seas before
repetition becomes habit
take me back to simpler times
an early childhood memory
just one day when i didn’t allow myself to be consumed
by ruminating
i collect my thoughts
after time i realize the tea is hot, and it makes me anxious
and that i’m really just a hoarder
a collector knows what she likes to collect
to hold onto what’s fallen behind you can kill you
i don’t want to be stuck, but how does one move forward?
some days i wonder why i envy the pretty sunflowers
to be authentic is a destination
the shadow self wants to dance
the land though the wardrobe
i’d like to see it one day
I’ve stopped caring if the world likes me
with age comes a ‘no ****'s given’ attitude
red mohawk
punk rocker girl i don’t think about you too much
try hard, or don’t try at all
either way, the end is coming
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When the rose bud died you came out
More beautiful than where you originate
Your golden heart loves with no doubt
And your untainted mind doesn't complicate.
Your nature steers my imprudent course
While intoxicated I sit beside your grace
Looking at your buoyancy with no remorse
That I am not as clean as your bare face.
In my blood runs brands of liquors
Morning after morning I take a sip
Until I am consumed like an inebriate critter
Hanging in the verge of sanity's tip.
And when evening comes I sleep not
I wait for the dawn to introduce the Sun
To see you waiting at 6am on the dot
For me to come home after some fun.
Now I stare at an empty bottle of gin
Where the remnants of my childhood lies
Once again, I'm haunted by the ghosts within
They carry the pain that never dies.
The memories of how I took you for granted
Gives me enough chills to keep me sober
I wish I could turn the hands of time if I wanted
For a wonderful person I call my mother.
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She was beautiful
like a full moon in a dark sky,
Nothing to hold on to,
nothing to do or die.
Crying and smiling
she made the world go round,
till death did us apart,
now I sit on this cold park bench,
hoping one day the past will go too.
I haven't heard anything from her,
no letters, no telephone call,
not even a visit.
On dirt roads is where we walk,
and on cold park benches is where we talk
seal our deals with kisses and hugs,
simple talks of life and days passed in bedrooms
in kitchens we read about the world burning,
but in your words it was all alright,
and I could sleep good knowing you were right there.
Under trees
and childhood tire swings
we laughed and smiled
as our moms and dads called us in,
we laughed and promised to see each other again.
Now the world is too loud,
I can't listen to radio without getting sick,
I can't watch the television without wanting to cry,
The worlds on fire, and baby
all I want is for you to put out the flames.
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Playing poem-making today. Twisting my brains into position.
They are resisting in no way, realizing grown up Caren is in charge here.
I start a little gorilla missive.
It is going along nicely, and I am humming the rhythm.
Pleased with myself.
Suddenly two of my childhood dendrites grab it, throwing roller skates on it.
They turn my darling purple gorilla into a Scottish Eunuch who is running from a custard-pie shop owner.
“No, no, no,” I yell. “WHOA! STOP! SLOW DOWN! QUIT THAT!”
I am furious.
I have no idea how to spell Eunuch.
Look it up, stupid! One of them yells.
Yes, idiot, look it up, another dendrite hollers.
They giggle, and I watch them give each other a high-five,
They think they are in charge again.
But they are not!
These are two of my most
Un-favorite bullying, internal
Childhood voices.
I recognize them as Chip and Dale.
Extremely annoyed, I
Throw my pen and tear up my computer.
I can feel myself screaming internally.
My heart is racing.
Thank goodness I have matured.
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She is scantly dressed as she twirls and dances
she dances on a raised platform with eyes staring
Her clients mostly male partaking lagers and beers
Her job involves dancing and teasing these clients
In her eyes lies a dazed look like shes high on drugs
She told her mama she had found work in the city
After many years of empty searches she is working
After many nights of sleeping on an empty stomach
A friend introduced her to this and the money is good
On the good nights some clients are very generous
She recalls the way her Godly mother thanked God
She hadn't given her mother the specifics of this job
She knows this isn't what she ought to be doing
She is trapped in a job she is really unwilling to do
Her clients offer her money tucking it in her bikini
She recalls her childhood as she swings on that pole
Never in her childhood could she ever have dreamed
She would end up becoming an exotic pole dancer
Dancing as she was born as gentlemen cheered her on
Never in her wildest dreams had she seen this coming
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1874….
The spectacularly lacey ferns rose up and fluffed themselves as self-appointed front-drops to the hidden cave.
Thus insuring this scene would remain a secret, secluded, unvisited spot for the next four or five hundred years, having no idea both parents had found this spot when they were his age.
2286…
A young girl with long curly hair, brown eyes, splashes of freckles, and curiosity a yard long re-discovered his Magic Cave, only she named it “Twinkle Pretty Cave.”
Neither realized that this cave in the back forty acres of their relatives’ property was always discovered by twelve and a half year olds. And especially never realizing that she would soon forget “Twinkle Pretty Cave” existed
The cave only showed itself to twelve and a half year olds, but when they turned 15 or drank their first drop of alcohol, whichever came first, they would promptly forget it, as it was a childhood place.
The cave laughed, thinking of all the twelve and a half year olds that were to keep coming, because they never stopped. They had been coming ever since she could remember. And they would just keep coming.
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some punk rock band on the radio
plays transparently hopeful echoes of some quick romance
while she lounges on the couch in a see-thru dress
smoking expensive french cigarettes
her dreadlocks spread round in the morning sunlight
but her sunglasses out of context in the small room
she is the definitive architecture of sexy cool
tapping a painted finger nail on the wood in time with the tune
her lips mirror the the lyrics perfectly
its a weeping time tale to hear her past out from
the start of her humble jungle of a childhood
to her trips along the nile river photographed so well
she's an open book translated from street etiquette
to manicured lawns of the greasy richy riches
and back again
the room holds many scents
roses from her bedspread
stale leaves burning from those parisian cigarettes
and her delicate and elusive perfume that my mind
wraps itself up in with such intense images of
my lips grazing the nape of her neck
i walk across the uneven floor of the small room
and land myself slowly up against her warm body
we talk softly
the hour drifts by like moats of dust falling in the still air
disappears like the punk song
fading into echoes
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Elegy
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Her dried-up withering petals once shone lovely in the golden sun
growing older now in the mirror’s unforgiving reflection.
She’s lingering among the living, as if her life had just begun
though her heart has lost its resting place protection.
Gone as an expired breath in the silhouette of the blissfully dead.
Too proud to die by our side, she got the last laugh that day.
She changed her address to Heaven and abruptly fled.
Existing now in my past, no longer a reason to stay.
I try to visit her memory often, but it rains there all year round.
I send my love on deathless wings beyond billowy clouds amending.
Seized by sorrow as a bitter tear falls into my glass, soon to drown
The hurt merely turns to memories; some good, some bad, some never-ending.
The woman that I’ve become, she wouldn’t even know,
temporarily lost amid the colorless roses where she once stood.
I can still hear her infectious cackling, like a broken song
that now fills Heaven’s perpetual fais do-do.
She walks in sepia-toned earthly shadows
on the unpaved road of her southern childhood.
~Dedicated to my beautiful Cajun mom, Jennifer Ann Oliver Hubbert. Jawa Turken!
Contest: Open Poetry 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Date: May 3, 2021
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I want to get to know you and see how you feel
Undressing and having sex is the easy part
I'd rather share our life experiences and begin to heal your heart
I'm at the point where I no longer care about Netflix and chill
I've had my fair share of fun, but now I need something deeper
Growing up I only cared about sex, and thought showing a girl I cared made me weaker
But now I want to open up and let you get to know me
I'd rather have 1 loyal girl I love, than 100 girls to call when I'm lonely
I want to know about your childhood, every bruise you got from playing games
I want to hear about your first crush, and the guy who caused you the most pain
I want to know your favourite song so I can learn all the words
We'll find out each others favourite movies, and you can put yours on first
I want to know your favourite flowers, chocolate and colour
I want to hear stories about how you used to fight with your sister and brother
I want to learn about your scars, so I can kiss them and make them disappear
If life gives you a reason to cry, I will be here to wipe your tears
I want to hear about what you wrote in your diaries and all the notes
I want to be the guy to make you forget you've been heart broke
I want to get to know you and build something real
I already know, you mean more toe than Netflix and chill
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When we met I was too broken from my childhood to have common sense
You loved me more than I could comprehend
I know this is 7 years too late so it's been far too long
But I can only learn how to do right if I admit where I've went wrong
I always used the excuse that I was young
Which didn't make much sense as I was twenty-two and you were twenty-one
But It's a well known fact that girls tend to mature quicker
I was more interested in going to the pub with my friends for liquor
I never cheated, I was always faithful to us
But I was distant and pushed you away because I was unable to love
You were holding us up but I couldn't shoulder it
I wasted so many chances, that a better man wouldn't have missed
You couldn't help me to beat my fears because I never told you what I was scared about
I Had a dream about you last night, that's why I decided to write this and share it out
7 years too late, but they say better late than never
I'm the reason our relationship didn't work and why we didn't make it together
I'm sat here thinking about what I didn't do and what I should do
You gave me your love when I was too damaged to show you that I loved you
You've always had a place in my heart, but due to embarrassment that's a place that I avoid
I know it's 7 years too late, but this is a grown man apologising for the love mistakes of a boy
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Everyone has faced this story, so I know I'm in a long line
I wish I was still seeing you, even though they say love is blind
Two beautiful souls with good hearts, but love isn't always kind
Rebecca, you were the right girl for me, just at the wrong time
I've been thinking about the past a lot recently
so i'm writing this simply to bring some peace to me
you know I like to rhyme when I'm sad
but I wish you were here next to me, instead of this pen and pad
we split in 2012, I've dated many girls since, but my heart still hasn't got closure
even though I've loved girls since, you're the girl that I never got over
your beauty is matched by your kindness and personality
cupid only paints us so many pictures, but you're worth a gallery
I was too broken from my childhood to be able to love you the way you deserved
I wanted to make you feel special, But I didn't even see my own worth
depression held me hostage, so I was too tired to cuddle with you
but if it meant protecting you, I would take on the whole jungle for you
I wish we could meet now for the first time instead
because you've never left my heart, and are regularly in my head
I hope you will be the biggest part of my future and more than an ex I miss from my past
even though we still talk, I won't tell you any of this, because so much time has passed
everyone has faced this story, so I know I'm in a long line
I wish I was still seeing you, even though they say love is blind
Two beautiful souls with good hearts, but love isn't always kind
Rebecca, you were the right girl for me, just at the wrong time
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I've been thinking about you a lot lately, but I can't tell you that
I have dreams about you, but I'm unsure on how to sell you that
I thought I'd moved on, but I guess my feelings were hidden and never went away
I was going to tell you that I miss you, but my pride got in the way
Recently I've taken the time to soul search
I'm a new man now, but you're still my old girl
It's 7 years since we broke up, I was too young and broken to understand love
I messed up by not showing you enough affection, to admit that I'm finally man enough
I was still deeply affected and traumatised from my childhood
So I was very distant, I don't know if I even told you how beautiful your smile looks
I wanted to do it all for you, but because I was scared my feelings I hid
I had my dream girl who loved Eminem just as much as I did
You were my first love, and I've dated a lot since then, we both have
I wish we could meet now for the first time, I don't want to go back
Memories stay forever, but sometimes love don't last
I'm speaking my truth, this is more than rhymes on a notepad
You'll always have a piece of my heart and that's no lie
I know you've been going through it, and I hope all of your tears have dried
You mean that much to me, that to text you back I'll even pause Fifa
But I'll always make fun of you for having pineapple on your pizza
We still speak from time to time but it makes me miss you more
Cupid has got his aim wrong many times, but maybe one day he'll give me who I'm wishing for
I'll keep this short even though I have more to say
I was going to tell you that I miss you, but my pride got in the way
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I hope I'm smart enough to realise when I have a great girl by my side
I hope I'm strong enough to put a great woman ahead of my pride
I'm only 26 I've still got time to find the girl who'll treat me right
a Bronx Tale taught me that we're only allowed 3 great women in our life
I'll admit that I made some mistakes in love when I was younger, that I wish I could take back
But once Cupid has his aim locked on you, you can't escape that
If A Bronx Tale is right and we're only allowed 3 great women in our life time
I hope the ones I dated were good, and the great ones come when I'm in my right mind
I had to put my baggage of love down because I had other stuff weighing me down heavy
I've messed up a lot in relationships because I wasn't ready
The closer a girl got to me, the more I felt scared
My heart was in one place, but my head and mind were elsewhere
I don't want to mention names, but there's a few girls that I miss
I don't want them back, I'm just happy my heart still allows them to exist
In order to find new love, I have to leave my old pain behind
I hope I still have a great woman to come my way, I just hope I haven't already had all 3 of mine
I pushed girls away, and hid from love due to my childhood trauma
I just wasn't rwady for that kind of love drama
I've had my heart broken by girls who I genuinely tried with
When I have feelings for a girl, I've learned how to hide it
I hope I'm strong enough to overcome my fear and ignore my pride
I hope I'll be smart enough to realise when I have a great woman by my side
I'm 26 so I have time to find a great women who will treat me right
A Bronx Tale taught me that we're only allowed 3 great women in our life
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As soon as he was gone she changed.
As in never the same. As in
she’d gone through a complete mental breakdown
and I had front row seats to the worst show of my life.
Six bullets took my brother one night,
and they took a part of my mother with them as well,
because every time I looked up,
her eyes had tears,
her nose was red,
and her face was blank.
She’d look away and “sorry”
seemed to be the only word that I could say.
I could never say that everything would be okay
because day to day everything was different
and day to day I walked behind her,
leaving footprints in the train of tears she left behind,
waiting for her to crumble, and ready to catch her.
Though she was too heavy for me to hold,
I still felt the responsibility to cushion her downfall
and it happened often, but that, that was all I could do.
After that, I had to watch her descend into complete darkness
and sometimes she was gone for weeks without any word.
Not one word.
She was physically present, yes, but her mind was gone
and I watched my mother sink deep into the cold abyss of depression
and not even try to get to the surface.
She’d float with an expressionless face
And eyes that stared into nothing.
I have no doubt that she was searching for him.
But did she find him?
I can never know, but can’t help but wonder.
This was my childhood.
Most of it was spent wondering and waiting.
Waiting for the answers to come floating to the surface,
and for her to break through,
gasping for air and ready to come home.
But, when she did, all I could see was her blank face,
looking down at me, not knowing what to say, so
once again, she’d turn away
and I’d open my mouth to say
“sorry”
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THINK I NEED A WIFE
~~answer to I think I need a Husband~~
Was married once
To my childhood/teenage sweet heart
I courted her? She died went back to the Father
thought about it, tonight
think I need a wife
someone to be my helpmate
to talk with God when we're up late
and for the rest of this life
-----I think I need a wife
I could use a wife to encourage me
To stand beside and care for me
Grow older together
Physically make me feel better
I'd be that man God would want her to have
No need for child rearing or bearing we have each other
Just together praising God always
thought about it, tonight
think I need a wife
someone to be my helpmate
to talk with God when we're up late
and for the rest of this life
-----I think I need a wife
I'm not rich but have plenty of agape love
I could have a more bountiful life
If God would only honor me with a wife
She's out there somewhere in the world above
thought about it, tonight
think I need a wife
someone to be my helpmate
to talk with God when we're up late
and for the rest of this life
-----I think I need a wife
I think I need a wife, someone to hold me tight
Tell me in her way everything will be okay
And when we kneel down together
We alone shall pray to the Father
And thank Him out loud together for each other
And one day together we'll say
Thank you for all you did.......
Now while I'm openly thinking this
My subconscious is praying, please God this...
I'm on the Lord side won't try to hide
No more shame and stride
Father God, Lord Jesus the question is...
To give me a more healthy life
I think I Need A wife
8/8/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
arranged music by Micheal Block
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BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”
He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.
So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.
Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…
…Lordvip…
D' Poetic Beast
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Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape
Administer discipline with compassion entangled
Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief
Nudging daughters towards beings approved
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew
Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess
Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered
Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us 'unaccompanied'
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally
Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable
Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders
Admist mixed rails, reliable station
Within swayed pre teen trajectory
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability
Partnered peers approve sole success
17th July 2020
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PRELUDE
The song expresses the feelings of an Indian village girl. Her parents have fixed her
marriage (It generally happens in the rural areas of India, even to-day). She is about to
leave for the first time for her in-law’s place. She do not want to go to her father in
law’s place leaving her parents, her soul mates friends the animals and birds. The song
sketches the tender feelings of her heart for her Mother, Father and Brother & for the
animals and birds, whom she used to look after until now as her most precious friends and
who taught her how to sing a sweet song.
Song of a Teenage Girl 1/2
Why you are sending me to an alien place, the place of my in laws, O Mother dear and Father,
I played and enjoyed my child hood and youth, in your courtyard O dear Mother & Father,
You always kept me on your eyelids like a pearl of tears,
O Mother, you always kept me close to your bosom, like the beatings of heart, where I laughed and bloomed.
O Father, after quarrelling with my brother, I used to weep for hours,
Whenever you call my name, I used to be so proud of you, O my dear Father.
O Father, by seeing a smile on your face, we used to bloom like a flower.
Then, why you are sending me to an alien place* O My Mother and Father *,
Please listen to me, O dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in-laws,
-Now you have to give food and water to the Parrots on the Tree.
-O, Mother you have to give now fodder and water to our Cow in our courtyard.
-And do not forget to give grains to our oxen Chun Mun, whom I look after in our fields.
-My melody singing Koyal* would be sitting and waiting for me on the Mango tree.
O Mother, it is Koyal, who taught me how to sing a sweet song,
Please do not forget to look after that lovely singing bird.
Listen to me, O My dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in laws,
All my birds, animals and my childhood friends would be waiting for me with tearful eyes, O Mother,
Please tell them your daughter has left this place forever and has gone,
To her in laws, a place so alien to her. .... concluded in part 2
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 17th October 2010
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(Translated from Akhtar Sheerani)
Your little messenger who used to convey your messages
Was then unaware of what you used to write on those pages
He could not understand the secrets that that letters hid
What exciting styles of love in those simple looking words hid!
He just did not know what was hid in those blue envelopes
What a young girl meant by sending them to a boy? Her hopes?
But, I usually used to ponder on, in those times
That why his childhood thought on this love story's climax climbs?
Though he was too little, would not he think about it in heart
What his sister might have written in her letter with that art?
And why she writes letters to the same boy repeatedly?
It's okay if she writes sometimes, but why repeatedly?
Why now does she love her brother more than ever before?
She hands over envelope and promises to love more!
Why his sister is so benevolent to that stranger?
And if she's, why she hides from every family member?
His distrust is also supported by this evidence
Why "No one should know about this letter," was her advice?
He might think in his little mind, from where comes this young stranger?
The same as his sister sends, he also brings a letter
Why he cannot come to their home like other relatives?
When he asks about him, no satisfying answer he gives
Brings beautiful toys for him, gives and smiles; usually
With kindness, on his back he gently slaps; usually
These thoughts of your messenger used to titilate my heart
And with their childish innocence, made smile my feelings smart
Remembrance was not limited to only you those days
Imaginations also remember him, I amaze!
But today, I saw the beautiful symbol in that way
That I bowed my head to prostrate on astonishment's clay!
I met your little messenger as a young boy once again
Changes occurring around me in the world left me half-slain
The zeal of your love sleeping in my heart, woke once again
This Laila returned to her litter breaking moments' chain
I felt blushed on looking in the eyes of your messenger
But, a naughty light of past sparkled in his eyes' scavenger
This sparkle was a cause of astonishment, recalling past tale
That the secret of your first love could be seen in this veil!
March 14, 2022
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