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Sarabjit Pannu Poem
I am alive only to stand alone
my many so called friends
have turned me into a stone
Many days will come and go
my heart has an aching beat
instead of smile, only my tears show.
My life is like a barren piece of land
they walk over me to the other side
I feel I do not have a leg to stand
My time has come to stand still
my feeling and emotions are no more
they have all been replaced by a pill
My soul is struggling to live while I die
Every beat and breath have become a burden
Now I wonder what is true and what is lie
I used to walk with my head held high
now I have fallen so hard on the ground
Everyday my fate has made me cry.
Even if the sun does rise and shine
My hearing loss has made me realize
That this life is no longer mine
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Sarabjit Pannu Poem
My daughter
Bringing you home was a very special day,
Tiny little hand and tiny little feet, a face that always yawn
So precious it was to hear you talk, walk and run
Running after you became grandma's 10k run.
Taking you to your first day of school
Watching you have so much fun
Learning in life never really ends
I guess you're never really done.
You learn at school from books,
From fairy tales to fiction to non-fiction.
You learn from life by reality
Your family and friends become an addiction
We are very proud of you,
Your goals may change in life everyday.
Whenever you are lost or frustrated,
All you need to do is, pray.
We are and always will be there for you,
There will be good days and bad
Times change like seasons,
But, we will always be, your mom and dad.
We love you very much,
Our love will not always show.
We will always be there to guide you,
We just wanted you to know.
by: Sarabjit Pannu 6/2010
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Sarabjit Pannu Poem
black and white
Sometimes we paint a picture that's only black and white
We tend to forget that the colors were always in our hands.
For a very long time, I was stumbling in the dark,
Even though the candles were always there.
Today, I have come to realize that I am what I am,
Simply because, I let others paint my world.
I let a simple pebble turn into a rock
While letting time slip through my hands.
I am a warrior, for I have fallen many times
However, I always managed to up again.
I do not know how many battles I will win or lose,
All I know is the war has yet to be won.
By, Sarabjit Pannu 2010
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