POEM 25
HEART
Broken walls
can be repaired...
Empty stems
can grow new leaves...
But my heart
bitter with pain...
Is like the bird
trying his wings...
He fails to fly
When the pain comes.
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POEM 26
ONE QUESTION
I ask you...
Is survival right?
who is that child?
baby of the streets...
hunger in his eyes
lips cracked and dry
for him no play.
Each day he toils
Seeking sustenance
on the garbage dumps.
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POEM 27
EYES
Eyes open with the sun.
Seek now for the truth.
Lost are the dreams.
How many innocent eyes
in the hot afternoon
with lashes burned are tired...
sweating ...
trying to quench
their endless thirst.
How many beautiful eyes
walk the night streets
in darkness
waiting…
crying...
trying to last
till the sunrise.
But eyes still remain closed.
Blind to all the poor...
Each day new faces arrive.
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POEM 28
HYPOCRISY
Deceiving couples
never truly were joined
like the pieces of chain.
Long the distance
between their cold hearts
and forever remains.
They like horses racing
toward the finish line
neither of them winning.
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POEM 29
PEN
With my hands
Well creased
by time
makes my pen speak...
No floods of tears
nor rains of thought
can destroy them...
Questions arises
I see the pen
clasping between fingers
I write of people fortune.
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POEM 30
LOVE HAS NO TONGUE
I wish...
for love to come...
The depths of your beauty
becomes my retreat.
And going there...
I forget everything...
frightened
sweating from this fire
that could burn me to ashes.
I wish...
for love to come....
But in your eyes
refusal I see.
No feelings of love
Only bitter contempt.
My words become frozen...
And I remain speechless...
because this love has no tongue
with which to speak.
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POEM 31
SPARKS AND ASHES
The sparks of beauty
from your inner fire flies
A shower of falling stars
floating down to and fro...
But this fire's nature
will lead you to a place
where its burning heat
will turn you to ashes.
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POEM 32
IN THE MIRROR OF TOMORROW
Faces of yesterday
lined trace today..
Beautiful people
break from your head
the horns of vanity.
Like dry dead leaves
you soon will become
in tomorrow's mirror.
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POEM 33
EMPTY SWING
Now Widowed by time
rejected ...
I remain childless.
Was it your intent..
my heart's love
to present me
with this locket
inscribed with
name and love
which till this day
hangs bout my neck
like an empty swing...
a gift of your hate.
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POEM 34
NIGHT MARE
I am haunted...
be it waking
or in sleep.
I sense a hand of fire
burning hot coals...
advancing towards me
this horrible hand...
and when it reaches me
I start to cry...
tears like rain
flowing from my eyes...
