Summer
Like ants
Come from hole
Half naked
Edited women are
Busy in streets
Winter ends.
Nothing
Being a refugee
I could forget
Everything
I have had and not.
Lesson
Just cooked
Warmed pot
Became cool at the table
We couldn’t ever
Come to the peace.
One for All Seasons
My shoes
Not changed
Like a job
Suffering with
Warm and cool.
My foot
No relief
Both give pain.
Snow
A child plays
A bird folds wings
I bargain for a jacket.
Curse
An idea
Grew up in soul
To plant
While I was thinking.
Your voice
Like a bomb
Destroyed it at once
It never conceived again
I curse
To my mind
He never understood.
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dear Udaya i like your poems very much...they create mixed feelings in me, but somehow there remains something positive, even when they describe something negative...I've got a fat Robert Frost Poetry book at home, but I don't know this line you quoted on the top of the blog..but I hope you can get a good sleep before you keep all the promises and go thousands of miles;-) take care and be blessed! katja
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