She turned ten;wasn't there
In love and war,all is fair
Father and daughter apart
Now off to a new start
She turned twenty, not present, if I say
Only an Indian ocean away
Time lost; absence felt
My heart,my life had to melt
She turned thirty in the land of the free
Once again, without me
Can anything destroy my love for her ?
She turns thirty one today;Happy Birthday my daughter
She stalks the garden looking for a feast
Once she gets one, she can bite or incite
Gaze into her playful eye for instance
Quickly am caught in her magical trance.
As the sun sets, she comes out of her den
Cycle of life goes on from dusk to dawn
Espoused to live by the light of moonshine
With nocturnal visits of joy consigned
She’s the lower cavum nester’s delight
And don’t excavate her own nesting site
Managing for food and warmth for winter
Taking vantage of other’s living quarters.
Known over the world, a flying squirrel
As dawn breaks she plays in dim auroral.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place Win
Contest: Impress Me (Sonnet)by Giorgio V.
I have wandered across seas of knowledge and understanding
trying to grasp the fundamental truth
that is after all divine
what I know of the self is that
the eternal holy one
cannot be found
and no thoughts can apprehend you.
TANYA IN PARK POBEDY
Autumn dresses of the trees
Swaying gracefully in breeze
Lawns immaculate invite
Benches clean and white
September sun’s bright glow
Fountain sprays with tiny rainbow
Soviet park dignified,
Softer with time - signified
By wavelets of laughter -
Tiny welcome sounds after
The traffic noise – a respite
Like shade when sun’s too bright
Her elegant carriage plays
With red dress and model sway.
Tanya’s tresses invite the sun,
Eyes speak sympathy and fun ,
And laughter makes me young.
And kisses - a familiar song oft-sung
This is how to spend a life
Hand-held with my lovely wife -
A stroll of the soul - already
The fountains of Park Pobedy
And her rainbow smile
Invite me to walk another mile.
TANYA
My Sister is leaving me,
she's going away today.
How will the palms sway,
while she's away?
Our names are the same,
from a different birth canal she came,
but I have so much in common with this dame.
She's a Sister to me,
she likes women,
and I like men,
but she's a sister to me.
I love her like a best friend.
I'll love her till the very end.
She's a Sister to me.
I miss the celery and the salt
the dandelions and herbs we bought
Don't you think you really ought
to season up the soup?
The pot is simmering so right
the smell of cooking fills the night
come on in and take a bite
and season up the soup.
You're the one who adds the touch
the flavor that we love so much
our friends are showing up for lunch
so season up the soup!
fireworks in the night
are they only in my mind?
july fourth migraine
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