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Long Chapatti Poems

Long Chapatti Poems. Below are the most popular long Chapatti by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Chapatti poems by poem length and keyword.


Leaving
See them scattered everywhere in buses, trucks and horse buggies, thousands of them lined the street with only the clothes on their backs and a bottle of water to wet their dry throats when the...

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Categories: chapatti, america, best friend, blessing, caregiving, community, destiny,
Form: Narrative



Honeymoon
(Song: Rise one blood one life)
This is my honeymoon
The day I dreamed of ngath whom I love
In the year of yang de miir
The age of calamity
Under the shade of that tree
Yes, that tree

We fell in...

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Categories: chapatti, happiness,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Rekha - Trigger warning
Standing upon the roof top,
watching her brothers walk to school,
Rekha reminisces about her playground,
full of childhood innocent smiles.

A sole kite decorated in orange and red,
floats in the morning breeze,
Rekha feels her soul tug at her...

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© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: chapatti, abuse, child abuse, poverty,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
My Furry Daughters, Goodbye
I knew the day will come 
When I'll missed seeing these two furry babies
Jumping on me with excitement 
Asking me bread and treats
you two were grateful for one chapatti each
You two were indebted to me...

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Categories: chapatti, goodbye,
Form: I do not know?
One Year Old
This menace is my son 
  
Brings me a lot of fun 
  
Always wants to run 
  
Hates to eat even a little bun 
  
I love oiling him 
...

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Categories: chapatti, baby, birthday, celebration, mother son, son,
Form: Free verse



My Lost Rib Is Lost
My lost rib is lost
Girls reject me everywhere
some raise their noses when they see me
In the college they ran away from me
claiming my socks smell nasty
In dance halls bull-dance is killing me
I am told my...

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Categories: chapatti, allegory,
Form: Narrative
Chapatti
Her callused fingers
plow flour. A clock 
pendulum annoys her. 
‘Anon’, he’s impatient

before the plate. Her
sweat creates a moon
in wheat. A soft thing
is transformed by a hot

experience. It swells
like the belly of a 
pregnant lady. Kitchen
heat...

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Categories: chapatti, food, life,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things