Broken System

Broken

With a million dreams, I adopted this beautiful country,

Never doubting for a second, the hope, the dreams, the freedom would turn into fear.

Fear, a hidden forbidden feeling none of us accept as our own,

Yet I felt it on my way to dropping my kids to school, on the last day of this year.

The morning news reported a couple of 14-year olds arrested for threatening

to shoot up their friends, their teachers, the quiet and the funny ones,

your kid, my kid, the coach who pushed my kid to achieve, the friend who shared his lunch with mine.

The teachers who show up with a brave face every day in spite of this fear, to teach our daughters and sons.

This ridiculous broken system expects us to act as ninjas, to fight, rather than to prevent.

What chance has a 10-year old against these faceless automated monsters?

For those who love your rights so much, do these children not have a right to live?

Is your outrage not greater than the hatred and the bigotry and the politics?

I am just a mother, all I can do is voice. I do not want to be afraid to send my kids to school, is that too much to give?

 

 

Guess What?

Satisfaction

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There’s so much to love, so much to hate,

The satisfaction from beaches, scorching sunshine and Coke….. guess the State?

 

Lollipop Memories

Lollipop

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Stubby little fingers feeding pigeons perched on a loft beneath the window sill.

The rotund pushing the frail aside; how she wished she could feed them all.

Her mother calls and she scurries, across the terrace that singed her bare feet.

She plows into a massive form and yet she cannot wait or stall.

Mother hands a note that says ‘pint of milk’ with a rupee and sends her off.

Papers dancing in trifling whirl winds, open drains with paper boats.

Cycle skidding in the dust, hawker selling sullied ice cream cones,

And when a scarce car whooshes by,

The urchins race across to break their bones.

The counter-top at general store is too high;

The peddler smiles at enormous eyes and knows their name.

He hands the change and while she gawks;

At neat stacks of jars with soggy biscuits and lollipops;

He wonders if she ever talks.

She flits back home, she hands the change.

Twenty years subsequent, she gazes at buildings with a hundred floors, watching the sun skim windows on building tops.

Still haunted by native dust and smelly alleys, lazy street dogs and broken kites;

Insufferably longing for soggy biscuits and lollipops.

 

We Say

Sail

Me:

I stand by the shores with fettered feet

As I watch you sail away

With not a care, not a promise, nor a look of longing

I wonder if you ever wished to stay.

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You:

‘Tis my nature to drift my love, I have no feet

I sail with the winds, gentle at times, sometimes they roar

I hear you sometimes calling in the night, when the seas foam and froth

Wishing I could see you but once, waiting at the shore.

 

 

 

Banks of Godavari, India

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I set… to rise…..

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Thoughts and Visions

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She peeks through the crimson of my lonely thoughts, with mischief yet shy,

Like a diffident bride holding on with bloodless knuckles to peeling garments on wedding night.

I wonder at her wavering emotions, at times a foaming sea, at times a passive bay.

And if I held her fire in an embrace, she’d likely turn me to ashes,

Though winning her, is all I wished, I’d gladly die without a fight.