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Anita Solanki Poem
Some people cross our paths repeatedly in life,
They meet, part, and reconnect.
In this crowd, some people Meet us in such a way
As if it’s a bond from lifetimes past.
How does a stranger Come so close,
Without a sound, And make a home In our lives?
They say it’s a debt From past lives
That everyone Must repay.
No matter how hard we try To run away,
Nature brings us Face to face.
We cannot define Such relationships,
Yet they become An inseparable part of our lives,
Like air is to breath.
What a unique bond This is in life.
Copyright © Anita Solanki | Year Posted 2024
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Anita Solanki Poem
You know,
I am a restless woman
from centuries past,
Who does not know
the address of her home.
I am searching
For the address of my home.
The house where I was born,
Had wealth that was not my own.
I worked,
Toiled,
And in all joys and sorrows,
I was a companion,
Yet I remained always an outsider.
In the house where I came
After marriage,
Carrying thousands of dreams,
I was called the girl of the outsider home.
I managed both home and outside,
Yet remained an outsider.
Today I have become old,
Now the owner of the house
Is my son.
Even now, I do not know
The address of my home.
Copyright © Anita Solanki | Year Posted 2024
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Anita Solanki Poem
You know,
I am a restless woman from ages past,
Who does not know the address of her home.
I am searching
For the address of my home.
The house where I was born
Held wealth that was never mine.
I worked,
Toiled,
And through all joys and sorrows,
I was a companion,
Yet remained an outsider.
In the house where I went
After marriage,
Carrying countless dreams,
I was known as the girl of another home.
I managed both home and outside,
Yet still remained an outsider.
Now I have grown old,
And my son is the master of the house.
Even now, I do not know
The address of my home.
Copyright © Anita Solanki | Year Posted 2024
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Anita Solanki Poem
I wish
you would meet me
In such a way
That it feels like
we are meeting
for the first time
With love in our eyes
A bit of confession
A bit of acceptance
A bit of denial
A bit of disagreement.
I wish you
would meet me
In such a way
That you bring
the moon and stars
just for me
Scatter flowers
on my path just for me
Remove the thorns
from my way just for me
And if death itself comes
Embrace it for me.
I wish
you would meet me
In such a way
That it feels like
we were never apart
Make promises
To stand by me
Not to forget me
To live together
To die together.
I wish
you would meet me
In such a way.
Copyright © Anita Solanki | Year Posted 2024
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Anita Solanki Poem
Someone said
I didn't seem selfish
I didn't feel bad
There was a time
when I used to care
for everyone
Even behind my back,
people would call me
selfish
For many days,
my mind would be unsettled
It would take me days
to collect myself
Now if someone
calls me selfish,
I don’t feel bad
anymore Caring for myself
along with everyone
Loving myself
Thinking about myself
If that's being selfish,
then yes, I am selfish.
Copyright © Anita Solanki | Year Posted 2024
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Anita Solanki Poem
There is so much unsaid
That I want to tell you
What I can't express to you,
I keep it safely within
I try to speak,
But I never manage to say it
You always speak Even for the words
I wish to say
What I want to express,
You understand without me saying it.
You read my silence
Just by looking into my eyes
There is so much unsaid
That wishes to be told to you.
Copyright © Anita Solanki | Year Posted 2025
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Anita Solanki Poem
There is so much unsaid
That I want to tell you
What I can't express to you,
I keep it safely within
I try to speak,
But I never manage to say it
You always speak Even for the words
I wish to say
What I want to express,
You understand without me saying it.
You read my silence
Just by looking into my eyes
There is so much unsaid
That wishes to be told to you.
Copyright © Anita Solanki | Year Posted 2025
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