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Sunil Sachdeva Poem
Papaya Papaya
Soft and tender
Papaya Papaya
sweeter than Lavender
Papaya Papaya
Fell from the tree
Smashed his brains
and broke his knee
Birds had a feast
squirrells a treat
Ants ate the crumbs
Nothing left for me.
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Sunil Sachdeva Poem
Teeny Weeny Little Star
Now I know what you are
Why you live so high
Up above in the sky
Why you shine in the night
Like a Diamond bright
Will come to see you soon
After I've been to the moon
Teeny Weeny Little Star
Now I know what you are.
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Sunil Sachdeva Poem
O’ Lord
I’ll gladly share My wealth and happiness
With one and all
Butt my grief
With none at all
Those are treasured moments
Of my strife
Locked with gifted memories
Of life
When morns golden rays blacked
All colors
Nights silvery octopus tentacles
Squeezed life
Hot lyrical gem talks melted
down ears,
When doors slammed
At sight
Turning colors of hope
Black or white
Candled own blood to
burn life
Shed not a tear lest wash
memories away
Only my shadow clung
By my side
Pushing over rivers filled
Of hungry crocodiles
How can I share such daunting
memories
O’ Lord
Just for momentary relief
Start snatching smiles
Rob some of happines
Watering their eyes
Please’ don’t make me so selfish
‘O Lord, Lest’ start loosing faith on
‘Thee
Facing the sea, with sun setting behind
Shimmering on waves my shadow wept
Urging to drop a tear and loose my wealth
But Nay My Lord, I’ve saved them for ‘Thee
Whenever we meet, kneeling at ‘Thy feet
I'll Shed all my tears n wet ‘Thy robe
But never shall I share my grief
With anybody
Not even with ‘Thee
My Lord
Not even with ’Thee
I’ll gladly share
My wealth and happiness
With one and all
But my grief
With none at all
$kuki
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Sunil Sachdeva Poem
God Made Man
Man Made Gods
Yes My Lord
Thou Only Made
Adam and Eve
See, how many,
he has made of Thee
Thou banished and
Threw him out of Eden
Roaming Aimlessly
he became a Heathen,
Angered further,
Thou scattered him,
Drove him in
different directions
Changing his colors,
even his speech
Making Thyself
further out of reach
So scared was he,
that he made a God
Every direction he went
he made a God
In Every Language
he made a God
He made a God of Gold
He made a God of Silver
He made a God of wood
He made a God on Paper
He drew thee on the walls
He carved thee on the rocks
Made mountains of Gods
Made rivers into Gods
No matter his
color or creed ,
He made a God
He made a God
He made a God
So where is
He at fault,
O My Lord,
Thou Only Made
Adam and Eve
See, how many, he
Has made of Thee
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As the Sun of new Rains
begins to rise
To help earth bury yesters
under its guise
Rustling leaves fly
Down the trees
Singing merrily
With the breeze
Knowing,
its the last journey
Still they come
Swaying with pride
Thinking not of the end
But a new life
Proud to
be burried and
transformed into dust
To nurture
a fresh spring
from earthen crust
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