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Articles: Poetry | I moan as I drown in sorrow
- Mrs. sharmila Sanka
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It is a hunter that has no gender
It is never a mentor that gives one hope
It is nothing but the chilly Winter
That is a center not for ease but disease.
It is an icy dicey road where
Snow is skating on ice
Making Alice to slide with endless
Tears dripping from her eyes.
Am I the only being in the world
Rowing in infinite sorrow?
My hands ache and sob
To wipe tear by tear.
I am a lonely girl of birth
With no hope of mirth
Love is my only dearth
Death is my only search
AS
Water oozed like ocean into our homes
Seizing the lives of my kith and kin
My mom prayed to the Lord and
Gave up her life to give me life.
BECAUSE
There came a hurricane
That left me in great pain
It hurried my mom to die and
Me to cry with a life dry.
I now see many tiny feet
Bare with heat of love and care
We all need a rush of a magical word
To relieve us from the gush of grief.
“God is not for one but for many; I am one among many and so he shall grace me too along with many.” – Sharmila Sanka
Written on 11/11/2005
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